The Rebellious Cook / You Got in My Bed-Now You Think You Can Leave?

"Possessing power outside the rules, beyond Gaia's calculations! Luckily, I won my gamble!"

Watching humanity face extinction time and time again, and civilization restart time and time again, perhaps this seemingly heartless guardian of humanity is the most tragic.

Because she cannot ignore the tragedy of humanity, cannot forget the Affliction memories, the curse of humanity's impending death, which constantly torments the treasure trove of civilization's memories before her.

Having traveled through the World Bubble and personally experienced the despair of the apocalypse time and time again, Kevin has a deep-seated understanding of that Affliction, which is why he tries his best to avoid the occurrence of such tragedies.

You've worked hard, Your Princess...

Kevin looked at the carefree green-haired girl in front of him, who was eagerly dipping her fries in ketchup, and murmured to himself.

After calming down a bit, Hatsune Miku hooked her arm around Kevin's shoulder and whispered with a grin.

"The Honkai is merely the tyrannical side of Earth Mother Goddess Gaia. Her power to sustain life on the planet is present in Amamiya City! [The Ten Angels]!"

"Take it one step at a time. If you want to obtain all of Earth Mother Goddess Gaia's legacy, first use the Final Imprint to collect Honkai Divinity. It won't harm your future actions..."

"As for the specifics of how to collect it..."

Then, Hatsune Miku smiled strangely and ambiguously, and whispered something to Kevin.

"Spend more time communicating with your two Finality Sisters, and because of the separation of the Honkai Will, a surprise awaits you..."

P. S.: Three updates will continue on the 22nd.

The basic framework is finally complete, so the world-building shouldn't fall apart. I'll also fix the major plot hole of the Quantum Sea.

I recommend the book "Tokyo Prodigal Son," it's a very good book.

Tokyo lives in the blue miniskirts of girls under the neon lights, in the long blonde hair of rock youths, in oil paintings that cost 200 million to produce but sell for 20 million, in hazy and overexposed film reels, and in the hearts of everyone who yearns for a new era. All the romance and beauty rush towards you.

Art to the death, madness to the death.

Tsk.

This is a story suitable for reading while smoking; drinking is allowed, but in moderation.

Chapter 689, Section 722: The Rebellious Cook

As the sun began to set, fiery red clouds filled the sky, Hyperion warship sailed steadily and slowly.

After Hatsune Miku to Hatsune Miku, who had transformed into a data stream and was returning home, Kevin opened the door and wandered around, gradually becoming attracted by the noise in the hall.

After he turned the corner, he saw Kiana, K423, Sirin, and a giant dragon coiled up, playing a game of drawing jokers. The scene was quite bizarre.

After all, can you imagine what it would be like to have a Judgment-class dragon-shaped Honkai Beast, half the size of a room, raising its claws to hold a few playing cards, staring at you with eyes the size of lanterns as you draw a card?

But the other three girls are clearly not ordinary people; they are even more dangerous than Judgment-class Honkai Beast.

Therefore, they were having so much fun that they didn't notice the captain who came to inspect them, while the unluckiest ones Sirin and Bella, had notes stuck to their faces.

Sirin's pitiful, wronged expression, and Bella's dragon-like face with its full-on serious and dignified air, were both hilarious.

At this moment, with the latest round of eliminations, Sirin escaped elimination, leaving only Kiana and the not-so-bright Bella facing off on the field.

With only two cards remaining, White-haired Paramecium couldn't discern any emotional fluctuation from Bella's dragon face, and seemed somewhat hesitant about her choice, while Sirin and K423 egged her on from the sidelines.

Kevin shook his head and smiled, not wanting to disturb the four girls' self-entertainment. As he passed the kitchen, the sweet and savory aroma of miso soup and the rich fragrance of fried dumplings filled the air, whetting his appetite.

Fu Hua, the culinary expert from Shenzhou, and Raiden Mei, whose Japanese wifely qualities are maxed out, are busy preparing dinner.

It must be said that the white apron, combined with the swaying of her waist in the kitchen, exudes not only domesticity but also a sexy allure.

It's a pity there are too many clothes; it would have been even better if it were just an apron worn without any clothing.

"I'll help..."

Kevin volunteered to sneak into the kitchen to admire the beautiful scene created by the two cooks up close. As his eyes darted around, he began to imagine certain explicit scenes.

However, when the man's gaze fell upon Fu Hua's chest, whose edges had been worn smooth by life, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

Unfortunately, this body type simply can't pull off the sexy look of a bare apron; it's not only prone to slipping down, but it also feels uncomfortable on the hands...

"Bang!"

The dull thud of a knife falling from the front panel startled Kevin awake. Feeling guilty, he tried to keep his composure and shifted his gaze forward, afraid that Fu Hua, who was holding a kitchen knife, would notice something amiss.

"Peel the shrimp, remove the vein, then soak them in ice water to tighten the flesh; Mei will be using this for sashimi later..."

Fu Hua casually pushed the decapitated Big Dragon to Kevin to handle, then turned and walked towards the food cabinet.

"Chinese spiny lobster? The food looks pretty good..."

The large, colorful object with black, brown, and yellow stripes made Kevin swallow hard, his eyes filled with anticipation for dinner.

As Kevin extracted the glistening, snow-white shrimp meat, his cravings were awakened.

Taking advantage of Fu Hua's inattention, he grabbed a freshly cooked dumpling, ruining the plating, and stuffed it into his mouth. Instantly, juices burst out, the filling melted in his mouth, and its unique sweetness left a lingering aftertaste.

"Delicious! Great!"

As Kevin sneaked a second bite, he gave Fu Hua a thumbs-up as she turned around. The composed Chinese cook pursed her lips slightly, unfazed by the praise or criticism.

"Of course, using Australian Wagyu beef as the filling will definitely make it taste better."

"Here, try the soup and see how it tastes..."

Raiden Mei, who was standing next to Kevin, put down her cleaver, her eyes flickered, and she smiled sweetly as she very dutifully ladled out half a bowl of soup for Kevin, blew on it to cool it down, and handed it to him.

One spoonful was savory and delicious. The glistening gelatinous texture and rich meaty aroma made Kevin eat faster, and he quickly scraped the half-bowl of miso soup clean.

Is this paradise? The man, so carefully cared for and satisfied, felt an overwhelming sense of happiness welling up inside him.

"Abalone? And this too! What's the occasion tonight? This meal is far too lavish!"

The man scooped up the remaining food from the bottom of the container, somewhat incredulous. A sense of unease began to creep into his mind, and he couldn't help but ask a question.

"It's not a special day, just an ordinary day..."

Mei took the empty bowl, responding with a sweet and gentle smile.

Then, Hyperion's personal cook casually and slowly opened the refrigerator and took out a piece of Wagyu beef with an identification tag from the shelf.

Immediately, Mei smiled and opened the insurance bag, cutting the fine, glossy marbling of the meat into small pieces, preparing to pan-fry it with butter. She opened the cupboard and found all the necessary seasonings and ingredients, including sea salt, black pepper, and thyme.

Kevin's eerie gaze froze instantly after sweeping over the food in the refrigerator, and his blood pressure spiked.

What did he see? Dozens of boxes of sturgeon caviar, seven or eight Iberian hams, at least two pounds of white truffles, strings of dried abalone, and at the bottom, fine red wine to pair with foie gras...

This entire cupboard full of ingredients must have cost over six figures!

"These..."

Kevin clutched his chest, leaning against the cutting board, and asked Mei for confirmation.

"Oh, when the Hyperion stopped in Canghai City, it resupplyed with food. I picked out some good stuff to improve everyone's meals."

Raiden Mei smiled gently, her expression radiating tenderness and virtuousness, as she tossed the boning knife up and down in her hand.

This isn't about improving the food at all; it's about stuffing US dollars into people's mouths! Kevin's legs went weak, and he trembled involuntarily as he tentatively inquired with the last glimmer of hope.

"Can St. Freya Academy reimburse the food expenses for the warship?"

Raiden Mei pondered for a moment, then looked helpless.

"Never heard of it, but Captain, you can try applying."

Then, the girl saw Kevin's face turn pale, his lips tremble, and he was untying his apron while seemingly feeling a little sorry for him.

"Well, I do have a little hobby of cooking. Would it be too much to ask me to be Hyperion's cook? If you're really going to force me, then forget it."

Kevin hurriedly pressed down on Mei's bare hand as she untied her apron, his face tense, his expression clearly showing his delight.

"How could that be! It's just a small amount! It's just a small amount! It's the captain's responsibility to ensure that every crew member eats well, drinks well, has fun, and stays happy and healthy!"

"Besides, what's a little money spent on ingredients if you're happy! Even if you're eating Dragon meat, I can cut it for you!"

The man forced out a firm vow through gritted teeth, his eyes reddening, his heart filled with a burning rage.

That dragon outside is too big; it's taking up too much food. Maybe we should just kill it when we get the chance.

Dragon meat is considered a high-end ingredient, enough for Mei to experiment with for a while.

Meanwhile, the dragon, who was playing cards with Kiana and the others in the hall, suddenly felt a chill and hurriedly withdrew its claws, unfortunately drawing the last Joker card.

Chapter 690 (Section 723) You think you can get away after getting into my bed?!

In the kitchen, the stove fire was burning, and the air was filled with the fragrance of burning US dollars. Kevin only stayed for a moment before, due to excessive blood loss from his heart, he leaned against the wall and slowly walked out of the place of his sorrow.

"Oh my god, Super God Academy, please start school soon! I'm going crazy if it doesn't start soon!"

Kevin staggered to the deck to get some fresh air and calm down, then let out a heart-wrenching roar, almost bursting into tears.

Sure enough, those who juggle multiple relationships will face retribution.

What nonsense about forgiveness! Women are all two-faced creatures. I knew Mei was holding back her anger. If I didn't let her vent in some other way, life would be unbearable.

It's just a small sacrifice of money, but it's necessary.

Kevin gradually came to a realization, and at the same time, he comforted himself and slowly regulated his emotions.

When he saw Murata Himeko dressed in revealing clothes, sitting on a deck chair, drinking and reading, he calmly picked up the remaining half bottle of Cabernet Gernischet, poured himself a glass, and savored it.

As night fell, the atmosphere on the bridge became lively. With the signal to start dinner, the Valkyrie gathered at the tables, like wolves with gleaming green eyes, puffing out their cheeks to grab the food.

To treat everyone equally, cook Mei even invited Rita, who had a tainted past, and the little dragon's plate was two or three times bigger than Kevin's head.

Seeing the Valkyrie devour all sorts of precious ingredients at lightning speed, Kevin felt a pang of heartache, yet he had to force a smile and repeatedly remind them of the dangers.

"Eat slowly... eat slowly..."

"Delicious! This is the most delicious meal I've ever had! Mei is the best!"

Kiana licked the plate of pan-fried Wagyu beef three times, then, while flattering the cook, moved closer to her.

When Raiden Mei cast her inquiring gaze upon the other diners, the Valkyrie responded in turn.

"I wish I could eat this every day..."

Sirin's lips were greasy, and her face was full of anticipation.

"Principal Fu Hua's pan-fried dumplings tasted great, but the portion was too small; we couldn't get enough!"

K423 patted its round little belly, looking serious.

"Roar!"

Demon Dragon Bella nodded in agreement, while Murata Himeko, burping and leisurely picking her teeth, wisely refrained from adding insult to injury.

"Still not enough? You guys are too full, aren't you!" Kevin's sinister gaze swept over K423, finally landing on one of the big guys who had eaten the most.

Hmm, roasting Dragon meat should be a good subject. Killing her would be enough to feed us for seven or eight days.

Completely unaware that someone was lusting after her, Bella shrank her body, lazily nestled on Sirin's shoulder, and fell fast asleep.

Feeling depressed, Kevin had unknowingly slipped onto the deck to get some fresh air. As he watched Rita diligently cleaning the deck in the corner, his eyes welled up with tears.

She's a good comrade; I was definitely too harsh on her before... The man couldn't help but feel ashamed of his past behavior.

However, as he approached, a figure leaned out from inside the cabin and hurriedly waved to Rita.

"Are you done exercising? Mei's already cooked some snacks to go with your drinks, just waiting for you..."

Kevin's face darkened as he watched Murata Himeko and Rita, arm in arm, heading to the kitchen for another drink and a late-night snack.

Hmm, it seems that simply sweeping the deck is too easy...

As night deepened, the Hyperion, piloted by the AI-controlled Ai-chan, sailed smoothly along its predetermined course. The Valkyrie, who had been up to no good for half the night, finally returned to their bedrooms, satisfied, and went to sleep.

Kevin leaned against the deck, listening to the howling cold wind, and looked at the silent, deserted corridor, a thought gradually forming in his mind.

While the Hyperion boasts ample high-level combat capabilities, its management systems, including procurement and maintenance, remain somewhat chaotic. Developing detailed operational guidelines could potentially save a significant amount of money.

Cocolia is planning to march into Siberia, isn't she? It's time to recall the YoRHa Unit. I kind of miss 2B and the others.

After devising a feasible plan, the man calmed himself down and headed towards the captain's cabin to rest.

However, as Door Opening and reached for the bed, the figure lying on its side, revealing its exquisite curves and fair skin, trembled slightly in the darkness, causing Kevin to freeze in shock.

"Did I go to the wrong place?" He hurriedly retreated to the doorway, repeatedly checking the signs for the captain's cabin, and stood in the atrium for a long time, somewhat bewildered.