I Am a Chef

Bigge stayed in the forest for a full twenty-nine days.

After his battle with Harley, his fighting instincts were fully awakened, and he no longer hid in a corner, but sought out strong opponents to fight.

During this time, he also encountered many prodigies like Harley who could fight across several ranks. There were assassins lurking in the shadows, fierce gunners, and melee experts with outstanding combat skills, but without exception, they were all slain by his blade.

Twenty-nine days later, when he finally killed his last opponent, the surrounding environment changed once again.

The man in Black Robed Man reappeared. "Bigge, I must admit, your performance these past few days has been truly astonishing. In twenty-nine days, while the number of people who died by your blade was not large, almost all of them were highly skilled. You were not swayed by the killings and became a complete killing machine. However, you have only passed the first round of this game; the second round has just begun."

"Did you know? I created a total of 1,000 forests like the one you were in before. That means there are 999 people who, like you, became winners. The best performer among them slaughtered 8,335 people all by himself and successfully entered the second round in less than five days. You killed the fewest people and entered the second round the slowest, but there is no denying that your progress has been really great."

"As for the second round of the game, it's very simple. You thousand people will be locked in the same sealed room, but only one person can come out alive. In that sealed room, there is no food or water, and with a thousand people breathing at the same time, the oxygen there will only last for one hour. So, I think all the players should know what to do." As soon as the Black Robed Man finished speaking, Bigge's vision blurred, and the surrounding environment changed again.

He looked around and saw that he was inside a huge building, and like everyone else, he was suspended in a giant "birdcage" suspended in mid-air.

The "birdcage" slowly descended to the ground, and after about two minutes, it finally touched the ground.

The cage door opened automatically almost simultaneously, Bigge immediately darted out. Being confined inside the cage meant he would become a sitting duck if attacked from a distance.

Everyone else reacted immediately as well.

These people truly deserve to be called the best survivors of the massive battle in the forest; their survival skills are far beyond those of ordinary people.

Bigge darted out, two people nearby simultaneously fixed their gazes on him. Among the thousand people, Bigge was the smallest and thinnest; eliminating the weak to secure more oxygen was the primary principle for many.

A few people who disdained bullying the weak silently mourned for Bigge. They didn't know Bigge was lucky or unlucky to have survived the chaotic battle of thousands in the forest. But judging from his physique, most people thought he was just lucky. Because in the chaos of a forest battle, good concealment is a significant advantage. It wasn't impossible for him to see the last two strong fighters weakened and then reap the benefits.

Of course, not many people believe that Bigge entered this round based on his actual strength.

But what happened next quickly made everyone re-evaluate Bigge.

The two men who attacked Bigge from two different directions were instantly killed the moment they got close to Bigge, seeing only a flash of light.

With a single stroke, Bigge cut both men in half at the waist. The silver blade flashed like lightning before vanishing into nothingness. Bigge then sheathed his sword and stood silently, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the crowd.

This swift and decisive attack stunned many, and the vast majority dared not even consider targeting him again. However, a few extremely powerful individuals were further enraged by Bigge's strike, unleashing a frenzied killing spree.

In less than half an hour, the room that originally housed a thousand people was reduced to only seven.

Bigge had become completely accustomed to killing; the corpses, limbs, blood, entrails scattered on the ground, and the stench of death permeating the air had no effect on him.

The other six people behaved differently, with two of them appearing particularly excited. They were probably affected by the killings they had committed.

Bigge turned his gaze to another boy, who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was the youngest besides Bige, but he was also using a knife.

Noticing Bigge's gaze, the boy also looked over; he had noticed Bigge's presence long ago. In the past half hour, Bigge had only attacked three times, each time retaliating after being attacked, and each time, he had killed his opponent with a single strike. As a martial artist with monstrous talent in the art of the sword, he could sense that Bigge's swordsmanship was at least at the Grandmaster Level. He found it hard to believe that someone younger than himself could have such a profound understanding of the sword. The flames of competition within him had been ignited the moment Bigge drew his sword for the first time.

Bigge could tell that the young man's understanding of the sword was not as good as his own, but that didn't mean there was nothing he could learn from him. His own sword was a killing blade, domineering yet simple, meant only to take lives. The young man's sword, however, faintly possessed a regal air, extremely imposing. Anyone who could wield such swordsmanship must be of extraordinary status.

The moment their eyes met, both drew their swords and attacked.

The two men's actions immediately prompted the other five men to react.

The two individuals whose minds were clouded by the carnage were clearly drawn to Bigge's killing blade and lunged at Bigge. Meanwhile, the other three were caught in the ensuing melee.

Despite being outnumbered three to one, Bigge showed no sign of panic. He unleashed a powerful Blade Force, aiming straight for the throat of the boy charging at the front.

The boy hurriedly tried to block, Bigge's blade was powerful and heavy. Although the boy's block saved his life, he was knocked out of the fighting circle. Bigge's blade shifted, moving like a serpent, aiming for the throats of the other two. This move was actually derived from Harley's swordsmanship; he could use the momentum to change direction mid-attack, making his attacks continuous without changing his stance.

The two men, whose minds were dominated by killing, had no intention of stopping them. They were fighting a style of trading blows, completely ignoring the knife that Big was Bigge at their throats. Instead, they swung their giant axes and hammers and attacked Bigge.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Bigge's sword speed suddenly more than doubled, a flash of Silver Radiance, and two heads were thrown high into the air.

"Two idiots!" Bigge gave his assessment. He hadn't used his full strength because he wanted to test the boy and see more of his swordsmanship. Those two, driven by greed, had foolishly resorted to a strategy of trading blows without understanding their opponent's strength. This tactic might be troublesome against an opponent of similar ability, but against a much stronger opponent, it was suicidal, and they were now paying the price.

The fact that the two men were killed with a single strike made the remaining four wary of Bigge. Everyone had witnessed the fighting prowess of those two men, yet Bigge hadn't unleashed a second strike, clearly demonstrating that his strength far surpassed that of Bigge present.

Although the boy was unwilling to let others participate in his fight, he had just seen Bigge's sword speed increase exponentially. This meant that Bigge had actually held back in his attack against him, and that he and Big were not even on the same level.

After realizing this huge threat, the remaining four finally had the same idea: to join forces and take down Bigge.

Bigge also noticed the killing intent emanating from the others, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He simply stood there waiting for the others to launch their attack.

The woman wielding the whip moved first; her whip, like a black venomous snake, struck towards Bigge's right hand, which was holding a knife. Clearly, Bigge excelled with swordsmanship; if his knife-wielding hand was restrained, his Combat Strength would undoubtedly decrease by more than half.

Bigge did not stop the other party from doing this, but let the other party's long whip wrap around his right hand.

The others were taken aback by how easily they succeeded, paused for a moment, and then immediately rushed forward.

Unexpectedly Bigge flicked his right thumb, and the longsword landed in his left hand. With a swift and effortless horizontal slash, two of the three were instantly cut in half at the waist. The boy sensed the danger the moment Big switched hands, dodging to the side and avoiding the fatal blow.

The woman holding the long whip immediately turned extremely ugly.

"I'm a chef, and I need to be equally skilled with a knife in both hands," Bigge finally explained.

Upon hearing this, the boy almost cried. "If someone with such excellent knife skills can be a chef, then what is my knife skill...?"

"Sorry, gentlemen, I must complete the black-robed bastard's so-called trial as soon as possible. Our captain is waiting for me to go back and cook dinner." Bigge said, dragging his sword as he walked towards the two men.

After struggling for a while, the woman with the whip was still killed on the spot by Bigge. The boy wielding the long sword was also mercilessly killed by Bigge after he had used his entire sword technique.

After taking down the boy with the knife and the woman with the whip, Bigge shouted to the sky, "Hey, round two is over! Let's start round three as soon as possible! I'm in a hurry!"

"Very good, very good!" The Black Robed Man appeared again without warning. "Having killed so many people, he has not been tainted by the killing in the slightest."

"You don't need to waste any more words. I'm no longer afraid of you. Bring on any trials you have. Once you've completed them, send me back to where I belong as soon as possible." Bigge stood face to face with the Black Robed Man, his heart now free of any fear.

"Is that so? The third round is a life-or-death battle in the arena. In this round, everyone will revert to their true rank. I've selected one hundred people, all survivors of the trial you just went through, with the highest genetic level being demigod. You must go through ninety-nine battles and win every single one to leave." The Black Robed Man explained the rules for the next round.

"Why make it so complicated? Let's have all ninety-nine people come at once. I'm in a hurry to get back and cook." Bigge's gaze clearly showed that he wasn't joking, but genuinely wanted to challenge ninety-nine people.

"Since that's the case, then so be it!" The Black Robed Man stared at Bigge for a long time, and after confirming that he was serious, he nodded. (To be continued.)