To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 507 - 298: Congratulations to You (Part 2)_1
Chapter 507: Chapter 298: Congratulations to You (Part 2)_1
“Who is that?”
“I don’t recognize him. Doesn’t look like anyone important.”
“Seems like he’s just a street vendor who sets up shop everywhere. What’s he doing here?”
“He couldn’t possibly be competing, could he?”
“If that’s true, then this is way too rigged.”
“Suddenly, I feel like even I could compete.”
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The chatter was unceasing, making Wu Wei, who had rashly stepped forward, feel as though he had made a mistake.
The most people he had ever been involved with at once was when he was in line, the most scrutiny he faced was being late for elementary school, and the last time he was the subject of gossip was during a blind date.
Compared to now, however, those times were nothing.
The vast arena held a full million people, and the chatter from a million players was like gathering thunderclouds, seemingly ready to strike him down at any moment.
The gazes around him felt as though they had their own weight, pressing down on Wu Wei so that he couldn’t breathe. However, now that he had already stepped out, there was no turning back.
He walked steadfastly forward, and a Disciple from the Celestial Sect guarding the illusion blocked his path, asking coldly, “What do you want?”
“I’m… I’m a competitor…”
The Disciple’s gaze fell on Wu Wei, and after a while, the expression on his face softened surprisingly, “Oh, it’s you… Can you please show me your invitation?”
“Sure…”
The invitation Wu Wei presented made the surrounding players pause; the once unprepossessing Wu Wei suddenly seemed a lot more agreeable, with an indescribable air that made him appear rather distinguished.
After confirming the authenticity of the invitation, the Disciple stepped aside and allowed Wu Wei to walk into the illusion.
Upon entering, Wu Wei immediately smelled the impending scent of death.
It was a unique odor, a blend of fear, hunger, disease, and pain… a mixture of complex emotions that made Wu Wei envision death reaping everything here, leading all beings unavoidably towards their demise.
The Gourmet Alliance’s Qian Xiaohao and his two chefs were completely in disarray; the two head chefs had never seen anything like this before. The sophisticated gaming pods they were in actually backfired, the boundless pressure crushing them as they lay on the side, succumbing to despair.
Gong Gong and his two companions were pale, almost unable to act.
The situation in the fantasy was too real, and since they hadn’t possessed human bodies for long, they were experiencing many of these emotions for the first time. By now, they were dominated by a strange set of feelings.
Covering her face, Gong Gong wept, “Strange, why do I feel like crying when I see these children?”
“Me too,” Tai Yin said through tears, “I think there’s something wrong with my tear ducts.”
Military Governor looked at his trembling right hand, “The emotional fluctuation is significant. What is this feeling?”
Observing the bizarre trio, Wu Wei asked in astonishment, “What are you doing? Is this some new kind of act?”
“Don’t talk. We are experiencing a human emotion called sadness. It fills me with guilt and a desire to do something for others. I desperately want to find a chance to vent these emotions,” they explained.
“Well… you guys have fun,” Wu Wei said.
He picked up the supplies provided by the Food God Sect, sorted through his reserves, and found the situation slightly more optimistic than he had imagined.
The disaster victims here didn’t need too much, just a warm bowl of noodles, something to warm them up – that would be enough.
There was rice, flour, roadside herbs for nourishing porridge, and some hot soups for heat, which could provide warmth in the midst of the ruins.
Considering that some might have been frightened, he planned to prepare some calming foods.
Quickly working out the situation, Wu Wei arranged the corresponding menu.
The dishes on this menu were almost all level one or two recipes, easy to make, but they could still turn out delicious.
Although he was a bit nervous when he walked in, once he truly started cooking, Wu Wei forgot the environment he was in and focused solely on his dishes.
After kneading the dough, there was no need to cut it into noodles immediately. He sliced it and made it into a hot soup with noodles, adding sour soup, which was especially appetizing at such times.
The herbs were rough, just throw them into the pot to boil. After boiling, he added white sugar and salt, and it became a fine drink that warmed the stomach to serve to the victims.
Meat could also be prepared. Large chunks thrown into the stew could simmer on their own, as there were enough pots to use, and delicious dishes could emerge without direct attention.
The aroma started to spread, and the previously panicking victims, upon smelling it, looked over in confusion and then saw Wu Wei, busy at work.
The sour noodle soup was set aside, and bowl after bowl of light brown noodles emitted a tangy smell that made their mouths water and stomachs growl.
On hearing the noise, Wu Wei turned his head and shouted to the victims who had come at the smell, “One bowl of noodles per person, the same for the porridge. Come back for more after eating. Women and children first, and strong men, please help me distribute the food after you’re done!”
Food was handed out one serving at a time, and the apocalyptic scene began to ease. The tense brows of everyone relaxed, and hope was reignited in the place.
Wu Wei didn’t stop for a moment, cooking vigorously. Around him were more than a dozen large pots, each one simmering with different foods, ensuring that everything he made was maximized for efficiency.
His experience as a street vendor was put to good use, and throughout the process, he handled everything with ease, amazing the watching audience.
“That’s impressive, using no timer but each batch of noodles is ready at the same time. This guy is seriously skilled,” the audience remarked.
“And he’s so confident, too—he seems to know exactly what people want to eat with just one glance. Of course, that’s also related to there being few dishes on the menu, but still, his judgment is impressive.”
“The braised meat was a good choice, and the ingredients were high-quality. Compared to other flashy recipes, I prefer this one. It feels like something I could also make in real life.”
“Yeah, I feel the same way. The pan-fried egg noodles he just made were brilliant. I used a PC, but I understood every step and feel like I could try making it myself tonight.”
“The rice porridge is the same; he even soaked the rice in cold water first.”
Watching Wu Wei’s actions, the players felt it was a pleasure to the eyes.
There were no bizarre moves, no special recipes, just solid fundamentals and motions streamlined to the extreme in pursuit of efficiency.
Dish after dish was prepared methodically, and the mood of the onlookers gradually softened. However, Wu Wei then felt his stamina was almost depleted and that he needed to rest for a bit.
But seeing the disaster victims gathering around, Wu Wei felt he could push through a little longer.
Just as he was about to continue, someone pulled him back.
Gong Gong stood to the side, her face streaked with tears, but she had her trademark smile on her face.
Pointing to herself, Gong Gong said with a proud smile, “Yo, young man, it’s not good to hog the limelight. How about big sis teaches you a trick or two? Or perhaps you could teach big sis?”
Before Wu Wei could respond, an exasperated voice sounded from the other side: “Gong Gong, what the hell are you doing?”
The Military Governor kicked Gong Gong aside and then said to Wu Wei, “What she means is, she wants to help.”
“Then she should just say so!”
“Don’t expect someone with a mind full of trash to speak properly. Alright, I can see you’re tired. You rest over there, and we’ll help out.”
“You’re not going to make things worse, are you?”
The Military Governor flicked her wrist, and with a flash of the knife in her hand, the bone in front of her cleanly split in two.
After tasting the marrow inside, the Military Governor licked the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked Wu Wei indifferently, “What did you say?”
“Thank you for your help.”
Knowing she had lost, Gong Gong gave up on the final competition entirely and began assisting Wu Wei in all aspects.
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On one hand, she didn’t want to give the Gourmet Alliance any chance for a comeback. On the other hand, her senses told her she might be on the brink of death, and helping out might just give her a chance at survival.
The only person capable of crushing her with a single finger was one, but how had she offended him?
Fearing to confirm her suspicions about what she had done, Gong Gong hastened her pace in the hope that her performance might earn her a reprieve.
With the addition of Gong Gong and others, the speed of cooking increased once again.
The milk for the children was now in supply, and the old people’s desired porridge could be served in different varieties. The diversity of food surprised the disaster victims who had come upon hearing the news. Some of them even knelt on the spot, whispering Wu Wei’s name gratefully, thanking him for his mercy.
Looking at these people, Wu Wei felt a bit dazed.
“Food is the first necessity of the people”—this phrase may sound simple, but achieving it is as difficult as reaching heaven.
Golden wheat fields, white rice, round millet, heavy sorghum…
Behind each staple food is the endless hard work of countless pioneers; and to feed people well and satisfy their hunger is the true duty of a chef.
Thankful voices rose one after another, the tummies of the onlookers were filled, and joyful emotions surfaced, bringing smiles to faces that hadn’t seen happiness in a long time.
Fathers teased their children into laughter, elder brothers taught the younger ones to read, mothers coaxed their children to sleep—the scene was peaceful and idyllic, rendering everything so perfect.
After a hard day’s work, Wu Wei was exhausted.
It was his first time playing a game this long continuously. The high-intensity gameplay had drained him, but seeing the contented faces around him made it all seem worthwhile.
Today, he had received more thanks in the game than he had throughout his life, and even though it was a virtual world, the joy lingered in his heart, touching him deeply.
Sitting by the campfire, he regulated his breathing, ready to prepare some snacks for the others when the illusion around him suddenly dissipated.
The stands around were deathly quiet, and the audience, having witnessed Wu Wei’s performance, fell silent.
Noticing the silence, Wu Wei anxiously bit his nail.
Did I mess up?
Should I have not come up in the first place?
As Wu Wei was entangled in his worry, Fang Cheng was the first to stand up, followed by a round of applause.
Then came Chen Rang, and after that Mukuai. Soon, the players in the square all stood up, applauding Chen Rang warmly.
The sparse clapping joined together to form a wave, eventually turning into a continuous roar of cheers.
Congratulations, Wu Wei.
No, it should be to the new Food God!
