Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

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"I, I..."

"No, not tasty!"

The more anxious the magical mirror became, the more it stuttered.

Phrases that normally required only a pause now not only took twice as long, but also had to be repeated.

For the magical mirror, which always strived for brevity and clarity, this was a serious mistake.

But right now, it had no time to worry about that.

A mistake was still better than becoming 'food'!

It had never imagined that within the 'Witch's' destiny, two terrible, irreversible entities would appear.

It had already tried its best to avoid dealing with the first one.

That's why it chose the right moment to appear.

But it never expected a second one to appear.

Moreover, compared to the obviousness of the first, the second truly was the 'hidden of destiny.'

Even it hadn't noticed the true identity of the other.

Only when it was truly approached did it realize the 'invisibility' involved, and the great terror that came with it.

Leave!

Leave immediately!

Such thoughts sprang to the mind of the magical mirror.

But it hesitated.

Or rather, it was reluctant to do so.

Not only had it invested too much in the 'Witch,' but its initial error had already attracted the attention of that entity, damaging its abilities and causing it to stammer.

More importantly, it was impossible to find a second target now.

In the past four epochs, four of the 'Nine True Seats' had already been filled.

They were so powerful that no other being dared to contradict them.

All eyes were now focused on the fifth seat.

Anyone who could potentially compete for the fifth position was under the scrutiny of those beings, who would not let any entity except themselves get close to their 'competitor.'

If it made an appearance, it would surely be a fight to the death.

What to do?

What to do?

What to do?

The magical mirror thought, as droplets formed on its surface and the frame shook continuously.

Anxiety!

Fear!

They kept surfacing in its soul.

Then, it suddenly recalled a truth from the world it once inhabited—

If you can't beat them, join them!

With a shudder, the magical mirror flicked off the droplets and began to use its inherent ability to peek into the future that waited if it took such action.

The River of Fate.

It had both a main course and branches.

The branches were complex and interwoven.

The main course could even change course.

Therefore, fate was complicated.

It was unpredictable.

And what about it?

It remained unable to predict; it simply saw every possibility and calculated which was most likely, and then intervened at the most appropriate moment.

Of course, it used to be able to influence things slightly.

But now?

Injured as it was, it could no longer do that.

Moreover, it didn't believe it could find anyone more suitable than the 'Witch.'

More powerful?

Of course, there were some.

For instance, the one about to appear.

But did it dare to cooperate with him?

It didn't dare.

It feared being consumed.

Just like how it was now peering into the destiny it shared with him.

In the 3 main branches of the River of Fate: being eaten.

In the 75917 branches of fate... also being eaten!

Upon seeing these outcomes, the magical mirror felt as if it were suffocating.

Because it had just seen 75920 ways it could die.

It was utterly terrifying!

Being eaten alive and chewed was par for the course.

Being dipped in sauce was understandable.

But what about those roastings and stewings? Explore stories at My Virtual Library Empire

And that slow savouring, bite after tiny bite!

Just thinking about it frightened the mirror.

And that was 75920 times!

How relentless must you be to consume me?

In so many destinies, is 'eating' all you want to punctuate your life with?

The magical mirror trembled more violently.

Already not adept at dealing with such situations, it finally made a decision.

"Too terrifying!"

"No way!"

"I must leave now!"

"The 'Witch' has the ritual as a link, there's still a chance."

"Although it will give other beings an opportunity to take advantage, if I don't go now, there's no chance left for me!"

With this thought, the mirror's frame began to shake anew.

Unlike the previous fear.

This time, the shaking was done with a certain rhythm.

Mysterious characters formed of Dufol Language appeared across its surface.

Everything, including the entire stone house, began to appear illusionary.

It was taking its 'home' to temporarily vanish.

"I will return!"

The magical mirror thought to itself.

And while most of the stone house had already disappeared, the small part remaining started to become vaporous, and just as everything was about to vanish completely, a tall, muscular figure appeared.

Jason saw the house about to disappear.

Without any hesitation, he activated "Swift" and headed straight for its location.

He could smell the rich aroma disappearing rapidly.

With the stimulation of 'food,' Jason closed the hundred-meter gap in the blink of an eye.

By that time, there were still parts of the stone house, like the columns.

Jason reached to grab them.

But his hand passed right through.

"Huh?"

Jason was startled and then reached out again.

The result was the same as before.

His hand went right through.

The magical mirror could not see any of this, having already completely vanished from this 'world' and was now struggling to take its 'home' with it.

However, although it couldn't see, it could still sense.

That terrifying figure was outside its 'home,' trying to grasp it.

"Don't, don't even talk about using hands, even with a m-mouth..."

The temporarily safe magical mirror couldn't help but speak up, trying to say 'even with a mouth, it's impossible' completely, but it repeated the word 'mouth' several times, unable to get to 'bite.'

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