"D-Don't mess with that thing!"
Seeing Fang Mo raise his hand toward the plate, Toriko seemed to realize something as well and immediately shouted in panic, "Komatsu! Stop him! He's going to recreate the Durian Bomb here!!!"
"Huh?"
Unfortunately, Komatsu did not react in time. He instinctively turned to look at him. "Mr. Toriko, what did you say?"
It was only the gap of that single sentence.
A torrent of time swept in, and a pale yellow jelly instantly appeared on the plate before Fang Mo.
What followed was an unbearable stench. The heavy odor burst from the plate like ocean waves. Komatsu, who had been speaking moments ago, froze instantly, his face almost suffocating, while Toriko grimaced and desperately covered his nose and mouth with both hands.
Yet Fang Mo did not care in the slightest.
With a thought, his gaze seemed to pass through the endless river of time.
The pale yellow jelly on the plate blurred. Following it, Fang Mo saw Komatsu busily working in the kitchen, saw all kinds of high-grade ingredients being stirred, mixed, and prepared.
He saw Komatsu continuously whisking unknown eggs and milk.
Then he saw him add spices, sugar, and the most crucial ingredient—a golden-yellow segment of fruit flesh.
"Found you."
Fang Mo narrowed his eyes and locked onto that segment of fruit.
The Pocket Watch of Time Stream immediately began tracing its origin with precision. In the end, the pale yellow jelly vanished from the plate, replaced by a golden segment of fruit flesh.
The moment that fruit flesh appeared, a yellow-green mist erupted like a tsunami, instantly engulfing the entire restaurant. It still did not stop there, blasting open the doors and windows before spreading outward like sarin gas. Everyone who caught even a whiff of it had their expression