Time for Medicine

Hmm?

Edwin's movements froze in an instant.

Thanks to his consciousness being synchronized with countless versions of himself across parallel worlds, his spiritual domain was far tougher and more perceptive than that of ordinary people.

So he could be absolutely certain—absolutely certain—that the voice was no illusion.

And to accomplish something like this right under the nose of a high-sequence powerhouse from the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery...

As though sensing the storm raging in his heart, that cold female voice sounded again, yet what it said had nothing to do with the tense confrontation before him.

[Your twice-cooked pork tastes quite authentic...]

Edwin's lips twitched almost imperceptibly upon hearing that.

If the first sentence had been a thunderclap, then the second was a bolt of lightning striking directly onto the crown of his head.

Because he could not get used to the food of this world, he had recreated Chinese seasonings such as doubanjiang and soy sauce.

He had even opened a Chinese restaurant so that he could enjoy good food whenever he wanted.

Although Roselle had brought some elements of Chinese cuisine to this world, he had not introduced these complex seasonings.

In other words, before Edwin, twice-cooked pork had never existed in this world.

Her words meant she had eaten authentic twice-cooked pork, and the only place where she could have done so was Earth...

By saying that, she was most likely sending him a message: I'm a transmigrator too.

What exactly was going on with this world?

Weren't there far too many transmigrators?

A trace of absurdity flashed through Edwin's heart.

"Your Excellency, what is this...?"

Horamick Haydn watched Edwin suddenly fall silent, his heart immediately rising and falling with anxiety.

The deity had not issued such a clear oracle in many years.