I Opened a Restaurant in the Honkai World

[All martial arts, this is culinary art.]

[Can't a weapon used for killing be used for cutting food? How can cooking be so inconvenient?]

[The reason I'm the number one chef in the Honkai world isn't because my culinary art is the best. It's because those whose culinary art is good can't fight as well as I can, and those who can fight don't cook as well as I do.]

In short, this is the passionate (?) story of an invincible chef opening a restaurant in the Honkai world, while also fighting the Honkai.

Chapter 1: The Deliveryman Passing By

Canghai City, Jing'an District.

A hover motorcycle streaked across the sky. Stars dotted the night, but it was far from peaceful. Zhao Bai was engrossed in delivering food, riding the latest technology from the Destiny Far East Branch, covering vast distances in just over ten minutes.

From the back kitchen of a restaurant in St. Freya to the bustling Canghai City, the motorcycle made a sharp turn in the air and stopped.

Zhao Bai dismounted, took out the food container, and faced a nondescript residential building. It stood out starkly amidst the towering skyscrapers of Canghai City.

The door was ajar. Zhao Bai pushed it open without hesitation. Beyond the entryway lay a dark corridor, as if smoked. Pale purple crystals bloomed on the walls, emitting their own light.

Zhao Bai was a little late.

After he pushed the door open, the Honkai energy counter in his arms began to shriek wildly, bypassing the yellow alert zone entirely and soaring into the uncontainable crimson.

The pale purple crystals, as if alive, began to spread towards Zhao Bai, ambitiously seeking to consume him. Only when Zhao Bai raised the food container did the crystals gradually recede.

A pale, slender hand emerged from the crystals.

"Save... save me..."

"It hurts so much... my whole body... is burning..."

"I'm here to save you."

Zhao Bai placed the food container in front of him, crouched down gently, and took the slender hand, slowly pressing it onto the container.

A miracle happened.

The ghastly pallor that filled the entire arm receded like corpse spots, revealing the natural pale pink of human skin. As Zhao Bai opened the container, a rich aroma immediately filled the air.

Beneath the aluminum foil, wrapped were bone-in snow beef and ribs. The aroma was complex, with notes of thyme, garlic powder, paprika, and Himalayan pink salt, finally grilled to perfection by Heavenly Fire Judgment.

The surface, slightly browned, dripped with juice.

Zhao Bai deliberately took out a carving knife. Its blade was three feet long, slender and elegant, with lightning flowing along its edge.

Legend had it that it was a famous sword capable of cutting lightning, hence its name, Raikiri. But Zhao Bai used it without mercy for cutting meat. This steak was too tender, its juices abundant. Only with restless lightning could all the juice be locked within the meat the moment it was cut.

For ingredients, it should be treated as such.

Zhao Bai acted like a devout kaishakunin, gently swinging the blade.

Lightning flashed across the uneven surface of the steak. Pale pink fibers bloomed like flowers, interspersed with milky white fat. A rich, fatty aroma exploded, but was immediately sealed by the lightning. The three-finger-thick steak trembled, as soft as tofu.

"So hot... so painful..."

"Save... save me..."

The slender hand trembled slightly. The pale body, the pained face, contorted, lost, and gradually became ferocious.

Zhao Bai pinched a piece of steak with his fingers. "Your consciousness is about to be devoured by the Honkai will, turning you into a suicide soldier who only knows how to kill. Eat a bite of the dish I made, and you'll return to normal."

"Th... thank you..."