Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“You have made the transaction without my permission?” Mag snapped. He was excited, though, as he stared at the sweet, shining strength bag in his head.
“Yes. And I don’t want to hear your complaints.”
“Oh yeah? What if I told you I don’t want to make money anymore?”
“I’d say you are crazy. Money talks. Money makes the world go round. There are many obstacles between you and becoming the God of Cookery, but with enough money in your pocket, you can make them all go away. You cannot survive without money.”
“I can survive well enough even if I only work three days a week, don’t you think?”
“The next 0.5 strength: 50,000 gold coins! As long as you have enough money, you can slay trolls, demons, dragons! You can kill anything that stands in your way!” The system paused a moment. “Sorry, I got a little carried away.”
Mag nearly jumped up from the chair. “50,000?! That’s highway robbery!” I have worked so hard to earn that 10,000.
The second 0.5 strength increase is as much as 50,000 already. I believe the price of the third will go through the roof.
But, I have to admit slaying dragons sounds much more tempting than becoming the God of Cookery. He recalled the scenes where he had killed dragons, and felt a little fired up.
Still, he wouldn’t go back on his promise to make Amy the Manchu Han Imperial Feast. He had to become the God of Cookery.
What pissed him off was that the system kept reminding him of that these days.
After a while, the system said, “You can touch the bag now, but—”
Before it could finish, Mag had already done it. An electric shock went through his body immediately, stirring his every cell. His body went numb; he couldn’t even feel his tongue. He opened his eyes.
Yabemiya withdrew her hands right away, taking two steps back, shocked. Her fingers tingled as if she had got stung by Mag’s shoulders.
“Are you all right, Boss?” Yabemiya asked with concern as she looked at his hair standing up.
“Yeah. I think so.” He had a puzzled look on his face.
“But…” Part of her wanted to laugh. The other part was a little worried.
“Don’t worry. Go clear the tables. I’ll go get some fresh air outside.” When he touched the metal handle, he got shocked again. He slammed the door as he walked out.
What happened? Yabemiya didn’t understand. She started cleaning.
“Did you do that on purpose?!” Mag roared. “Are you an AED 1 or something? Did I look like I needed an electric shock?!”
It was all Mag could do not to laugh when he saw the shadow of his big head.
“I tried to warn you, but you didn’t want to listen,” the system replied with malicious pleasure in its voice.
Its answer failed to appease Mag. “But I didn’t get shocked last time.”
“Your body had sustained the harm from poisons, magic spells, and curses. Although I cleansed it of all of them, your cells remained vigorless. An electric shock is the most effective and efficient way to revive them. You didn’t feel the shock the first time, because I didn’t have to revive so many cells.”
Mag nodded. “I see.” Then his eyes went wide. “Does that mean the shock will only get stronger next time?!”
“I’ll try to be careful.”
“Thank you.” You bastard.
Mag had thought he could buy his way to becoming a stronger man without having to face any danger, but he had apparently been wrong. I don’t think the system will let me die, but I really could do without the electric shock.
I hope it won’t have to strike me with lightning next time.
Mag looked down, feeling the change of his body, clenching his fists. He wasn’t weak anymore; he felt as strong as he had been in his previous life.
Maybe because of the electric shock, he looked slightly thinner than before.
“Maybe the average adult man in this world is stronger. I feel as strong as when I was working out,” Mag thought aloud. Then he saw Mobai’s forge. He hesitated for a while, and walked towards it.