After retreating from the Forbidden Land, everyone found a safe patch of open ground near the rift, collapsed onto the ground, and lit a campfire.
They had just finished battling an overwhelming tide of high-level monsters. Everyone was exhausted in body and mind, with barely half the strength needed even to raise a hand.
After resting for a moment, Leib immediately tied on an apron, dragged over the leg meat of a Black-Scaled Behemoth that had been knocked unconscious during the battle, and began preparing it.
"Let's roast a piece first to fill our stomachs." As he spoke, he sliced openings in the meat with a knife and sprinkled on his secret seasoning.
A dozen minutes later, the meat was done.
The outer skin was crisp and charred, while the inside was tender and succulent. Golden fat dripped onto the coals with a sizzling sound, and an intense aroma of meat instantly spread across the entire clearing.
Leib cut off a large piece and handed it to Saitama.
"Have a taste."
Saitama took it and bit into it.
His eyes lit up instantly.
"Delicious!"
It was a completely different kind of top-tier freshness. The pure energy contained in the Level 115 Fierce Beast melted in his mouth—rich, savory, sweet, and tender. Every strand of meat was saturated with dense spiritual energy, far surpassing every ingredient he had ever eaten before.
He finished the piece of roasted meat, which was larger than he was, in just a few bites. Then he licked his fingers, his face filled with lingering satisfaction. He was nowhere near full.
Then he suddenly remembered something and sprang to his feet.
"Wait."
Everyone turned back wearily.
Saitama turned and walked back to the edge of the rift. Without a word, he leaped down.
"Teacher!" Genos shouted, about