Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

And her strength, under such a premise, soared rapidly.

Knowledge represents strength.

Among wizards, this is most accurate.

In just one or two months, she could reach a level that ordinary wizards wouldn't be able to achieve in their entire lives.

Her strength?

Up until now, she had never encountered an enemy that required her to go all out.

Thus, apart from the initial nervousness, she rarely felt tense.

But at this moment, looking at Jason, she felt nervous.

Jennifer opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she couldn't utter a word.

And Jason?

He didn't even glance at her, just brushed past her.

Jennifer was taken aback.

Was she being ignored?

Subconsciously, Jennifer turned around and shouted at Jason's retreating figure—

"Stop!"

As her words fell, Jennifer disappeared on the spot, appearing in front of Jason like teleportation, blocking his path.

The tall Jennifer didn't need to look up, her gaze simply moving upward to watch Jason.

At this moment, her eyes were wide, her cheeks slightly puffed.

"You..."

Jennifer originally wanted to ask why he was ignoring her, but as the words reached her lips, she held them back, instead inspecting Jason with a look of interest.

"Sacred relic? Demon?"

Two unfamiliar terms emerged.

"Human."

Jason emphasized.

"Thank you."

Jennifer mouthed her thanks, but a smile appeared on her face.

It was a smile that held childlike innocence yet seemed cunning.

Seeing this smile, Jason subconsciously tightened his grip on his broad blade cleaver.

He needed to strike first.

But just as he was about to make a move, Jennifer spoke again:

"You know..."

Jennifer's mouth moved normally, articulating words, but no sound came out.

The situation was extremely discordant.

And what was more bizarre, the sun in the sky disappeared.

It was supposed to be afternoon, but suddenly everything became dark.

But it wasn't night either.

Just darkness.

No day, no night.

Only left with—

Whispers!

In the pitch-black darkness where one couldn't see their own hand, whispering voices circled around like the wails of aggrieved spirits.

Jason was startled.

Then, Jason shattered.

His entire body shattered.

Into tiny pieces.

Flesh and blood were being disintegrated, vaporized.

But Jason's talent allowed him to come back to life again.

However, the whispers continued.

He died once more.

Just like before.

Without any force of resistance, his formidable defense power at that moment was no better than paper.
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Ten times in a row!

The whispering around Jason paused.

It or they were puzzled as to why Jason wouldn't die.

Then, such darkness began to squirm.

Moving towards Jason.

Apparently, the darkness regarded Jason as one of its own.

And deep within Jason's heart surged an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Although he didn't know what being covered by such darkness would entail, Jason's sixth sense told him not to get covered; otherwise, something irreversible would happen.

Yi!

In the low Dufol Language, a "Protective Field" appeared.

The squirming darkness halted.

It or they detested such a special field of force.

But they were even more curious about Jason.

Yi!

Without hesitating, Jason cast another "Protective Field."

This time, although it or they remained curious, there was also a hint of aversion.

Jason, however, did not stop.

After using the "Protective Field" two more times, when his physical strength reached its limit and he was about to continue its overloaded use by disregarding consumption through satiation, their aversion peaked.

The darkness squirmed away into the distance.

Jason's vision cleared up.

To say it cleared up, but what he saw was still 'darkness.'

It was just regular darkness.

There was no 'bizarre' mixed in with it.

And in this expanse of darkness, as the strange darkness moved away, several presences that made Jason's body tingle unceasingly and his soul tremble cast their 'gaze' upon him.

Just being swept by that gaze, Jason's body started to collapse again.

But unlike before, Jason now sensed the breath of death.

It wasn't him.

It was those beings that cast their 'gaze' upon him.

All those beings were filled with the aura of death.

So intense it was almost tangible!

Where was this?

What were these beings?

Sensing something 'bizarre,' yet different from 'bizarre,' Jason's brain couldn't help but ponder.

And his body seemed to have touched some rule of this place, and was thus 'expelled.'

That's right!

Jason felt his body violently compressed and then ejected by something.

His already crumbling body completely disintegrated.

A pool of blood and flesh appeared before Jennifer.

Seeing this pool of blood and flesh, disappointment surfaced on Jennifer's face.

"So it wasn't you after all,"

Jennifer muttered softly.

Then, she turned around and prepared to leave.

Apologize?

How could she, a 'witch,' possibly apologize?

The chain reaction that Jason's death would cause?

Sorry, she hadn't thought about that.

Or rather, even if something did happen, she didn't care.

She was always willful and unrestrained.

The surroundings lit up.

Regaining consciousness, Jason felt the warmth of the sun once more.

His eyes once again saw the entire world.

And that included the figure of Jennifer walking away.

Without any hesitation, he drew his sword and struck.

Even though his physical strength had reached its limit, relying on the Master-level 'Charles Burning Technique. Griffin. Shadow Concealment Body Forging Technique' for recovery, a single breath was enough for Jason to muster the strength for another slash.

Thud!

The broad-blade cleaver swept across Jennifer's neck.

The opponent's head flew off immediately.

But before Jennifer's head could hit the ground, the flying head, including the standing body, turned into a pile of straw.

Or more precisely, a beheaded scarecrow.

Then, Jennifer appeared not far away.

She turned around with a look of astonishment, and as she saw Jason, who hadn't died, the surprise on her face gradually turned into amazement, while her eyes twinkled with delight.

"You didn't die?"

Jennifer stared at Jason and muttered quietly.

And Jason?

He launched a 'charge' and ran his sword through Jennifer's chest.

As the blade pierced her chest, Jennifer showed no pain. She giggled at Jason, then, puffing up her chest, she leaned in closer to Jason, as if to rest her head on his shoulder.

But Jason didn't give her the chance. He withdrew his sword and with a backhand slice, decapitated her once more.

The same again, a beheaded scarecrow fell to the ground.

Jennifer reappeared in the distance, her expression unchanged, still giggly.

"Dear, you have such a ruthless heart,"

Jennifer said, and as Jason charged at her, she sat on a broom and flew into the air.

Whoosh!

Flames erupted as a 'Charles Burning Technique' fireball was hurled by Jason at Jennifer, who effortlessly dodged it.

Four times in a row, it was the same.

Jason squinted his eyes.

His truly effective means of dealing with airborne enemies was the 'Charles Burning Technique.'

Jump attack?

It was not any better than the 'Charles Burning Technique.'

Even far less practical.

What should he do?

Jason pondered.

While Jason was thinking, Jennifer, sitting sideways on the broom and swinging her legs like riding a swing, let out a silvery laugh.

"Can't touch me~ Can't touch me~"

"Are you annoyed?"

"You really are annoyed, aren't you?"

Seeing Jason's ice-cold eyes, Jennifer shrank her neck as if startled.

Then, sitting there, she softly consoled Jason.

"Don't be mad, okay?"

"If it's any consolation, I can die for you to see!"

"Calm down, please!"

"If I die, you're not allowed to be mad anymore!"

As if worried that Jason would continue to be angry, Jennifer raised her hand, grabbed her head, and then with a forceful yank—

Rip!

Amid the sound of flesh tearing, Jennifer impressively pulled off her own head.

Along with a piece of the spine, the head fell at Jason's feet.

Thud.

The remaining corpse, along with the broom, crashed down too.

It did not turn into a scarecrow.

There was no more life from Jennifer's body.

Jason was stunned, his face behind the mask filled with astonishment.

Could anyone tell him what just happened?