Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
The inside of Gourmet House looked like a large kitchen and was equipped with a sizeable stove.
It had not been apparent from the outside, but once they walked in, they were greeted by a wave of an indescribably pungent odor.
If one absolutely had to describe it, it was like someone had… taken a can of fermented fish, mixed it with durian, set to stew for an hour, then mixed the whole thing with rotten meat and several tons of overripe banana.
The reason why Bai Zhi was able to describe it so specifically was because, in his younger days, that was the same recipe he had invented in his attempts to create a biochemical weapon. They said that if you had shit on a broom, you could be king of the world*—this was just like that. On the strength of that weapon of mass destruction, he had terrorized the village and become the de facto local boss.
The smell that suffused the room was not completely identical to the smell from his childhood, but for all intents and purposes, it was the same. It was especially bad when the pig-man opened his mouth—the smell of rancid meat attacked their nostrils and caused a violent surge of bile to rise in their throats. The foul, sour smells were bad enough, but the sickly-sweet note of overripe banana made it revolting, turning the stomach and inducing a relentless headache, as if the smell itself had sunk sharp claws into the brain.
Since Bai Zhi was well aware of the strength of his own biochemical weapon, he had been unconsciously holding his breath from the moment he stepped into the shop, and it barely seemed to bother him. Behind him, however, Lin He was a mess. His face was pale as he held a hand to his mouth and tried repeatedly not to gag. Bai Zhi grabbed a face mask from his Inventory and tossed it to Lin He, then raised his eyes to meet those of the towering pig-man.
"Where is your last customer?"
The sheer size of the creature only became more apparent the closer Bai Zhi got to it, and so did the intensity of the fetid miasma surrounding it.
"That fool who still doesn't recogn
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*An internet saying, as far as I know. The idea is that nobody wants to mess with anyone waving around a shit broom for fear of getting dirty.
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