Living with Theresa

She nodded. "Indeed, good food must not be wasted."

Zhao Bai did not care what Miss Chen thought. Clutching the thousand-plus yuan he had just earned, he pondered what new ingredients to buy, then hopped onto his motorcycle and sped away, vanishing into the night.

He had been in this world for two years.

From the ecstatic discovery that he possessed the entire Honkai Impact 3rd arsenal to the shock of learning it could only be used on ingredients, Zhao Bai had weathered those emotional highs and lows. Now, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to being a chef.

Of course, Zhao Bai had taken St. Freya Academy's entrance exam and studied at the Far East Branch as a reserve male Valkyrie. While working and studying, he had also opened a restaurant within St. Freya Academy.

As for discovering that his cooking could suppress Honkai and heal the dead, that had been an entirely unexpected delight.

The Days of Living with Theresa

A person's identity was complex; it could not be summed up in a sentence or two.

Zhao Bai was like that. In his previous life, he had been a food enthusiast who had studied many domestic cuisines and researched Japanese, Russian, Spanish, and italian dishes. At the same time, he had also been a Captain.

He loved recreating bizarre dishes from Chūka Ichiban! and Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma, never once imagining that he would transmigrate.

But sometimes, the world was simply that wondrous.

How Zhao Bai had transmigrated no longer mattered, nor did who he had been in his previous life. He only wanted to quietly remain a food enthusiast and, while he was at it, save the girls who were about to be consumed by Honkai.

The motorcycle soared through the sky, gradually rising into the clouds as it headed east.

After crossing the pitch-black ocean, St. Freya Academy beneath the night sky was unusually quiet. Zhao Bai's motorcycle entered as if no one were there, charging directly into St. Freya's airspace without triggering a single alarm.

That was not normal. St. Freya was Schicksal's Far East Branch, a place for nurturing young talents. Its security level was even higher than the Pentagon's.

Yet Zhao Bai had simply barged in, as though no one were there.

It all began with the shady deal between Zhao Bai and the headmistress, Theresa Apocalypse.

He had honestly reported that his cooking could suppress Honkai, earning the headmistress's attention. After seeing that Zhao Bai's dishes could indeed suppress the dead, she had moved into his home.

There had been no experiments on Zhao Bai, nor any summons from headquarters.

There was simply one more freeloader in the house.

Sometimes, Zhao Bai even suspected that the headmistress had never taken the matter seriously. She merely wanted free meals, so the issue had been set aside. Fortunately, the headmistress's taste buds were easy to satisfy, and Zhao Bai did not find it much of a burden.

He quietly opened the door and was drawn in by the noisy gunfire. The television in the living room flickered, and Theresa, wearing only pajamas, held a controller as she played Doom Slayer: Doom with complete concentration. It was a hardcore FPS game.

Of course, Theresa was not a hardcore gamer. Otherwise, she would not have used a controller to play an FPS.

Her playstyle was not hardcore either. She lay sprawled on the sofa, still bleary-eyed with sleep, her nightgown rolled up to her butt. One thigh lay across the couch while the other hung to the floor, her pale little foot lightly tapping the ground. It was both suggestive and illegal.

The house was somewhat messy.

There were few men at St. Freya, so Zhao Bai had been fortunate enough to receive a single dormitory. Until Theresa had come knocking, he had quietly researched cooking alone.

But the headmistress had not conducted any routine inspection, not even the most basic blood draw. She had moved in with Zhao Bai, eaten for free, and played games, while Zhao Bai acted like a manservant at her beck and call.

Was it enjoyable? It was somewhat enjoyable.

After all, she was the headmistress—the headmistress who was forever twelve. Simply hearing her voice was a pleasure.

But a twelve-year-old playing Doom Slayer seemed a little too early.