"Revived" Domilote?!

The Gourmet Corp's kitchen, Devil's Kitchen.

It was obvious that this dragon-tattooed weirdo held a high position in the Gourmet Corp—and that was indeed the case. This man was the assistant to the Gourmet Corp's head chef, Nicey.

At that moment, a short old man came out. He had specifically come to welcome him.

When Nicey saw him, he leaped down from his mount in one quick motion and asked the short old man, "Jojo, are all the chefs here?"

The old man welcoming Nicey was also an executive of the Gourmet Corp. Jojo was a member of the Gourmet Corp's Sixth Branch and an engineer who manufactured GT Robots. He specialized in making all kinds of weapons.

Jojo respectfully invited the assistant head chef to the front hall. As they walked, he reported, "Only about a quarter have arrived so far, but we're gathering the rest now, Lord Nicey."

Hearing that number, Nicey was fairly satisfied. "In that case, we'll have eight hundred chefs to take to the Gourmet World as slaves. Headquarters is ready, and even the head chef is growing impatient. Hurry it up."

As they spoke, the two arrived at the front hall.

A man sat boldly on a sofa in the hall ahead. He had a pink mushroom-shaped haircut, no nose, and a pair of beetle-like wings on his back. His bare upper body was covered in scars, and his right arm seemed to have been severed and replaced with a brown monster's arm.

Could he really be Domilote?!

The man was sitting on the sofa when he greeted the assistant head chef. "Yo! It's Lord Nicey. Long time no see!"

Seeing him, Nicey smiled. "Looks like you've completely revived, Domilote. Compared with before, your cells should be even more active now, right?"

It turned