When Han Dong woke from his deep sleep, he was the only one left in the enormous bed.
However.
Han Dong vaguely caught a strange scent, like the smell produced by fermenting dead fish for days in a fungal swamp before baking them afterward.
Smelling something like that the moment he got up sent his stomach into violent upheaval.
"What is that smell?"
Han Dong hurriedly shut off his sense of smell, threw on nothing but a black robe, and headed downstairs.
His once frail body was still slender, but the faint outline of abdominal muscles could now be seen beneath it...
"Sally, what are you doing?"
When Han Dong reached the first floor, the sight before him left him stunned.
Considering that some teachers and students might not enjoy eating in a public space like the cafeteria, the dormitory also came equipped with a private kitchen.
At present.
The kitchen's basic features were no longer distinguishable. Its interior was piled with chunks of flesh, tentacles, and fluffy filamentous masses, mostly black and purple.
Sally, wearing only a white apron, was carrying out some mysterious cooking at the stove.
Rather than "cooking," it looked more like "alchemy."
Sally was exceptionally focused, staring fixedly at the iron pot that continuously bubbled, not even blinking for long stretches of time.
At times, she stirred it with her tentacles.
At times, she added some living ingredient Han Dong had never seen before.
Blackish-purple vapors drifted from the iron pot, darting all over the dormitory's first floor like terrifying ghosts.
She was so engrossed that she had not even noticed Han Dong coming downstairs.
"Sally... are you refining pills?"
"Ah~ Nicholas, you're awake?
What does refining pills mean? I'm trying to make a Black Forest delicacy—'Special Forest Young Eye Black Milk Soup.'
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