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On Planet Kent.
Kent Manor served as the Kent family's residence on this planet. However, since Mike and Raven lived on Earth most of the time, and Charles and Eric generally stayed at the school or the company, they rarely visited. Consequently, aside from the few employees hired to maintain the grounds, the place was usually quite deserted.
But today, it was exceptionally lively.
First came the Golden Dice Mahjong Tournament, and following that was Mike's personal showtime.
Mike's culinary skills were universally acknowledged as superb. On grand occasions like this, the dishes he prepared were so delicious that people wished they could swallow their own tongues along with the food. Eating his special dishes brought a profound sense of happiness and satisfaction.
This sensation was so intense that they had once suspected Mike of putting some special drug in the food...
"Who makes the champion act as the cook?"
Mike grumbled depressingly as he shooed everyone who wanted to help out of the kitchen.
Looking at the empty kitchen, a smile suddenly appeared on Mike's face.
He had anticipated this situation, so he had made special preparations.
Several cards appeared between Mike's fingers. With a thought, one card dissolved into specks of light, forming a barrier that isolated the kitchen and blocked everyone's view from the outside. Then, the remaining cards in his hand dissolved into light as well.
Name: Liu Mao Xing (Mao) Description: The successor of菊下楼 (Ju Xia Lou), possesses extreme culinary talent, the youngest Super Chef. Note: Cooking is meant to bring happiness to people!
Name: Shell (Xie Lu) Description: A wandering "Super Dim Sum Master," possesses a steel staff the thickness of a bowl covered in stars at the top, used as both a kitchen tool and a weapon. Note: Kitchen tool? Weapon? It's the same thing!
Name: Leon Description: A genius chef with extraordinary talent, the inheritor of the Seven Star Knives. Note: Let me deliver salvation to you.
Three figures materialized from the void, appearing on Mike's left.
Name: Yukihira Soma Description: The First Seat of the Elite Ten Council, possesses strong adaptability, specializes in creating creative dishes using limited ingredients. Note: I really didn't drug the food!
Name: Dojima Gin Description: Head Chef and Board Member of Totsuki Resort, possesses superb culinary skills. Note: Want to exercise together? Young man!
Name: Nakiri Senzaemon Description: Former Director of Totsuki Academy, the leader of the Japanese culinary world, has a scar near his right eye, known as the "Demon of Food." Note: Delicious! My clothes are about to burst open!
On Mike's right side, three figures of varying heights also slowly solidified and appeared.
Character Materialization. For the sake of convenience, and because similar situations might occur in the future, Mike had turned these character cards into permanent cards.
As soon as the six materialized, they bowed respectfully to Mike.
Mike smiled faintly and said, "I'll leave this place to you."
"Yes! Master!"
The six responded. They looked at each other, and suddenly, a fiery light seemed to ignite in their eyes.
None of them were ordinary chefs; just by exchanging glances, their fighting spirits began to boil!
Watching the six get busy, Mike smiled faintly.
His ability was truly becoming more and more convenient.
Speaking of abilities, Mike suddenly remembered the System, which hadn't appeared for a long time and had practically zero presence lately.
With a thought, the System's information surfaced in his mind.
Host: Mike Kent Newbie Gift: Assassin Time Ability: Memory Illusion Realization Upgrade Rewards:
Eternal Cigarette Case
Dimensional Pocket
Kryptonian Bloodline
Increased Recovery Speed of Realization Power
Permanent Character Realization
Current Ability Level: LV6 Current Upgrade Progress: 78%
LV1: Can realize items.
LV2: Can realize skills.
LV3: Realize the abilities of a character.
LV4: Realization power increases continuously with leveling.
LV5: Character Realization.
LV6: Card Enhancement.
Son: Clark Kent (Kryptonian) Son: Eric Kent (Mutant, Awakened) Son: Charles Kent (Mutant, Awakened) Daughter: Gwen Kent (Ghost Rider Contractor) Son: Ram Kent (Kryptonian, Mutant, Awakened)
Aside from the steady increase in the ability upgrade progress, the System hadn't changed much.
Looking forward to the new capabilities after the next upgrade, Mike yawned, pulled over a chair, lay back, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.
He had intended to take a nap, but before long, waves of aroma that seemed capable of inducing hallucinations rushed into Mike's nose.
A wry smile appeared on Mike's face.
Alright then, sleeping is impossible.
The fragrance produced by these six cooking could probably wake up a person in a coma.
Want to sleep? Not a chance.
Sighing, Mike opened his eyes and watched the six chefs. Seeing their techniques, which resembled art forms, his eyes were filled with amazement.
His true culinary skills couldn't compare to these Super Chefs and the "Medicine King," but Mike could still learn a thing or two from their techniques.
"If Thor were here watching these people cook, he'd probably go crazy with excitement."
Mike shook his head with a smile.
He wondered how Thor was doing out there.
Thinking of this, Mike took out his phone. While watching the six work, he filmed the process of them creating the dishes.
When Thor returned, he would give this video to him as a gift; Thor would definitely like it.
Mike was still quite fond of that apprentice of his.
The time that followed felt like torture to Mike. It wasn't until the six finished cooking that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
Mike said to the six. They smiled slightly, and with the sound of Mike's finger snap, they vanished again, turning back into cards in Mike's palm.
"Why do I feel like I'm becoming more and more like Cardcaptor Sakura..."
Mike couldn't help but roast himself. An image of himself holding a magic wand appeared in his mind, causing him to shudder.
Patting his face, Mike looked at the sealed dishes in front of him. smiling faintly, he stored them all in his portable space and casually dispelled the barrier.
Mike strode toward the main hall.
At this moment, several long tables had been set up in the reception hall.
Some tables held fruits and snacks.
But Mike glanced at those fruits and snacks...
Good lord, no one touched them!
This was supposed to be your lunch!
What?
Afraid of filling up your stomachs?
Did you guys come here to eat at a buffet?
Mike grumbled helplessly in his mind. Seeing everyone looking at him with anticipation, he smiled faintly and said, "I've put the drugs in!"
"Hmm?"
"Uh, I mean, dinner is served!"
"Mm!"
Mike moved rapidly. Before most people could see clearly, sealed dishes were placed onto the dining tables.
"Please enjoy!"
Mike smiled faintly. His figure flashed again as he opened all the dishes.
Instantly, it was as if a tornado of deliciousness whipped through the entire hall, sweeping everyone up and causing them to sink into the savory aroma.
Saliva secreted madly, hungry stomachs roared in protest, and uncontrollable appetites seemed ready to devour their reason, turning them instantly into gluttonous beasts.
Eat!
That was the only thought in their minds.
In the next second, their movements were a blur as they picked up the food in front of them and put it into their mouths.
Extreme deliciousness blossomed on their tongues. A sense of satisfaction and happiness spread from their taste buds, flowing into their hearts.
Coincidentally, scenes that brought them happiness appeared in all their minds.
Some sighed, some shed silent tears, and some had smiles of pure bliss blooming on their faces.
Everyone was silent, but everyone's hands moved with lightning speed.
The Kent family sat together.
Hope and Jean, as well as Hank Pym and his wife Janet, sat with them.
Interestingly, even though everyone at this table was swallowing their saliva, they waited until Mike sat down before moving their chopsticks.
Only after they had eaten something and the speed of picking up food slowed down did Mike raise his glass and gently clink it with theirs.
After that, the storm rose again, a blur of cutlery flashing like swords.
Moments later, everyone put down their tableware with satisfaction. Looking at the clean plates where every dish had been devoured, their faces blushed slightly.
It wasn't that they didn't care about their image, it was just... it was too delicious!
Just then, Logan leisurely picked up a bowl of white rice and inverted it onto a plate that still had some bright red sauce left.
Everyone froze.
You... you can do that?
Their gazes shifted, landing on the remaining white rice.
Mike stared at this scene dumbfounded, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
You guys are really something.
Moments later, everyone burped in satisfaction.
"I think we could hold some kind of competition often!"
Suddenly, Bruce suggested.
Tony said coolly, "I can provide the prizes!"
"I can provide them too!" T'Challa chimed in immediately.
"How about holding a fighting tournament or something next time?" Steve suggested.
"We could also organize dancing, basketball, soccer..." Natasha listed a string of names.
Everyone nodded.
"That's enough from you guys!"
Mike looked at them with exasperation, drawing a burst of laughter.
Just then, Vision said faintly, "Is it really that delicious?"
Everyone froze, looking at Vision with eyes full of pity.
Vision: (〒▽〒)
He understood.
Next time, he wouldn't come!
With the end of the dinner, the Golden Dice Tournament concluded successfully.
New semester, new beginning.
Gwen and her friends advanced to the eighth grade.
Because their junior high school was a two-year system, this meant it was their last year of junior high. By this time next year, they would be high school students.
However, as the new semester started, Gwen and the others discovered a problem.
Harry was coming to school less and less.
In the school cafeteria.
Gwen, Peter, and two others sat together for lunch.
Holding a piece of meat with her chopsticks, Gwen frowned as she looked at Peter and Luke sitting opposite her, and Mary Jane, who was lying listlessly on the table.
"Harry didn't come again today?"
Luke nodded. "Yeah, I heard him say his father has been arranging other courses for him, claiming the stuff taught in school is useless to him."
Peter pushed up his glasses and said, "After all, he has a massive corporation to inherit."
Luke said helplessly, "His father thinks he's played enough and should learn how to manage a company."
Gwen: "But he's only fourteen. Isn't it too early for him to manage a company?"
"But his last name is Osborn," Mary Jane added, then couldn't help but ask Gwen, "Not everyone is as lucky as you, Gwen."
"Hey, he said as long as he finishes the study tasks his father assigns, he can come to school. But looking at it now... that guy really is an idiot!"
Luke couldn't help but say.
Mary Jane shot Luke an angry look.
Luke shrugged.
Gwen was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then let's go see him on Sunday! He hasn't come to school for a week!"
"Agreed!"
Mary Jane was the first to raise her hand in agreement.
Gwen gave Mary Jane a knowing look.
Mary Jane's face turned slightly red.
Peter pushed up his glasses. "I know the address."
Luke hesitated. "Will they let us in?"
"Harry will let us in anyway. As for the others..." Gwen smiled dashingly. "Does it matter?"
She always had a way to get in.
"Then it's decided!"
Mary Jane said excitedly, her previous listlessness vanishing instantly.
Everyone nodded and began to finish their lunch.
"According to reports, during yesterday's crisis in Los Angeles, the Inhumans Special Ops Team saved the Fantastic Four, who were in dire straits, and resolved a crisis capable of destroying the entire city..."
"The Inhumans Special Ops Team has proven their reliability and strength over time!"
"Having another powerful superhero team is a blessing for all of us."
"Black Bolt, the ace of the Inhumans Special Ops Team!"
"Combat Power Analysis of the Inhumans Special Ops Team!"
"..."
With the formation of the Inhumans' superhero team—the Inhumans Special Ops Team—this group had gained a massive amount of attention and fame due to their astonishing activity levels and high-profile style of operation.
"A look of eager instant success."
Watching the latest report, Steve slowly gave his assessment.
The Avengers nodded in agreement.
Because of the addition of Crystal and Daisy, and their good performance during this period, they had to consider what Daisy had told them and began to pay attention to the Inhumans' every move.
The recent emergence of the Inhumans Special Ops Team and the Inhumans' high-profile actions had caught their attention. Consequently, it was brought up as anomalous behavior for discussion during the Avengers' meeting.
Although what they were doing was fighting crime, their style of seeking quick success and instant benefits actually caused some people to feel a sense of revulsion. It made them unconsciously think of a company that had been destroyed—Vought.
"They must be trying to obtain something within a short period of time by doing this."
Tony muttered while rubbing his chin, "Otherwise, if they wanted the world to accept them, they wouldn't choose this method, which makes a portion of people uncomfortable, to boost their superhero team's fame."
(End of Chapter)