Arrived in Type-Moon, Now Missing

Hearing someone's practically insane words, even Raphael could not help but be moved.

"I just think my chances of winning are a little higher."

The boy who would soon ascend to godhood curled his lips into a faint smile.

"Can you pass these words along? Just say them in the War God's palace."

Leave Request

The school organized an online exam today. If I fail it, I'll fail the course. College students have it rough.

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Miss Ereshkigal's Dinner Time

After persuading Raphael to convey the wager to the Winged Species, it was already getting late. He then returned to the Human Race settlement to wrap up the day.

The sounds of frying, stir-frying, and deep-frying rang out in the room whose space someone had expanded with Imaginary Numbers Magecraft. Tempting aromas wafted out from the area converted into a kitchen and drifted into the living room.

The boy, who had become a master chef through cheats, stood before the stove and skillfully handled the various dishes. His movements flowed as smoothly as clouds and water, every action free of unnecessary flourish. His handsome face carried the distinctive charm of a serious man.

Today, he had made a relatively simple french cuisine meal: pan-seared scallops with foie gras sauce, cream of mushroom soup, and spicy pork chops. There was no wine, though; he used ale swiped from Gilgamesh's wine cellar instead.

After using magecraft to speed up the cooking process, Li Zihan plated the food and prepared to have dinner with Ereshkigal and Orphis.

"So, you're