Having once again witnessed that chef's entire life, Qin Ran waited quietly.
He did not believe that this so-called "inheritance" would be so simple.
And everything unfolded just as Qin Ran had guessed. After the movie-like scenes ended, the exceedingly familiar transfer of knowledge began.
It was similar to learning and upgrading skills in a room within Giant City.
But there were slight differences.
Within Giant City, the system's assistance made the entire process more delicate and gentle. Here, without the system's aid, the process was crude and full of pain, as though someone were repeatedly smashing his head with their fists. That dull pain was enough to make an ordinary person unable to endure it.
But for Qin Ran, whose Constitution had reached III and whose Spirit had reached V-, it was nothing at all. The little discomfort he felt vanished after a single breath as he adapted to it.
Even as that dull pain continued to intensify over time, it remained the same.
The trouble it could cause was still within Qin Ran's tolerance.
From what he had seen and heard about that era, to the basics and advanced aspects of Cooking, to the chef's personal insights, knowledge entered Qin Ran's mind bit by bit. Qin Ran's body instinctively adapted to it.
Naturally, some of that knowledge concerned ancient texts.
Qin Ran was not surprised by this.
In fact, after learning about the era of that "legend," Qin Ran had already made considerable guesses. It could even be said that he had come to accept this "inheritance" precisely for the ancient textual knowledge capable of deciphering the Food Records.
Everything was progressing according to Qin Ran's expectations.
But just as the knowledge related to ancient texts was about to finish transferring—
Crack!
A fissure suddenly appeared on the