Green Monster Epic

The anomalies deep within the Cato Mountains persisted for over a decade or two. Countless figures with ulterior motives lingered around the edges of the volcanic region, yet hesitated to venture deeper.

Until one day, many eyes witnessed a fiery red glow atop the mountains, enveloping the entire range before suddenly vanishing. Immediately following this, a powerful and intense surge of magical energy emanated forth, signaling the birth of something extraordinary.

The figures lurking in the shadows stirred with anticipation, and just as they cautiously began to test the waters, attempting to set foot in this forbidden zone, a colossal dragon, its body stretching over twenty meters in length and its wings spanning fifty meters, let out a piercing roar into the sky above the mountains. The potent aura swept across the entire mountainous region, causing a commotion among the wild beasts and birds inhabiting the surrounding forests, driving them from their hiding places in a frantic escape.

"Finally, success!!"

"It really wasn't easy!!"

Figlas was on the verge of tears. Indeed, it hadn't been easy for him. To procure various high-quality ingredients for Allen, he had flown tens of thousands of miles, incurring the wrath of countless enemies. Now, his name as the Ember Devouring Dragon was widely known, though the reputation was hardly flattering.

Fortunately, after Allen's initial attempts, he ceased his stubborn insistence on fire-based magic cuisine. Instead, he began experimenting with combinations based on the ingredients Figlas brought back, developing and selecting new types of dishes.

For many years, except for an initial period when his cooking created greater breakthrough opportunities for cultivating advanced professionals within the tribe, Allen had primarily treated the skill as a means to regulate his mind, relieve fatigue, and rarely dedicated too much time to it.

Although Allen, who had inadvertently mastered the Food God Domain, displayed extraordinary and astonishing culinary skills in front of others, there were too many elements of luck and the support of external advantages involved. Allen's actual cooking skills were indeed outstanding, but not necessarily much better than those dedicated senior magic chefs in the tribe who spent their entire lives dealing with stoves and cooking utensils.

Now, influenced by both external pressure and his own needs, Allen finally had the opportunity to immerse himself in studying and mastering culinary arts. Over nearly twenty years, Allen had thoroughly integrated countless magic cooking techniques developed and newly created in Green Lake City in recent years, making his cooking skills vastly different from those during the last competition.

Holding the dish in his hand, swirling with mist and transforming into various landscapes at will, Allen was also filled with excitement. After years of hard work, he had made progress today, so the next success would not be far away.

"Yes, it certainly wasn't easy."

Amidst his excitement, Figlas couldn't help but feel a little regret. The magic attribute of the dish in Allen's hand was not fire-based, but rather a homogeneous mixture of ice and water elements accumulated from the snow mountains on the summit. Had he known that Allen could break through this time, he should have insisted that Allen replace it with fire-based ingredients for cooking!

Figlas was somewhat disappointed, but Allen did not think that the characteristics of this dish would be inferior. As the magical power of the Food God Domain enveloped the dish, he quickly gained a general understanding of the specific effects of the dish.

After magic cooking reached the master stage, it embarked on a different path from alchemical potions: Master-level potions emphasized providing the user with powerful strength beyond their own level in a short period, allowing them to possess a higher level of strength in advance; while magic dishes focused more on improving the user's innate abilities from the essence, giving them better potential.

However, there were also requirements for consuming magic dishes. For example, the dish he had just cooked was more suitable for talents with recovery and water affinity potential. Otherwise, the effect on ordinary consumers would not be very obvious, simply giving them one more choice when advancing.

Even when these consumers possessed talents contrary to the attributes of the dish, the final effect would be counterproductive, damaging their original potential.

The deeper Allen delved into the study of magic cuisine, the more he felt its profound mystery. For example, the combination of ingredients was very particular. Cooking ingredients of the same attribute was not necessarily the best choice. Often, adding another attribute of ingredients at the right time could stimulate the original attribute and achieve twice the result with half the effort.

And adding seemingly harmless ingredients at the wrong time could cause attribute conflicts, leading to cooking failure. Several times Allen's cooking failed because he did not anticipate this problem.

At the same time, the choice of cooking venue was also very important. It was best to choose a place with accumulated elemental essence, so that when the dish was about to succeed and trigger magic resonance, it could attract a large number of elements of the same attribute in a short time, so that the magic chefs could turn it into the finishing touch of a master-level dish.

Allen closed his eyes as if meditating, recording the gains after success in his mind one by one. The main consciousness and divine consciousness were constantly communicating and analyzing the experience of this success in the sea of consciousness, until a courteous voice came from his ear.

"How was the harvest from this successful cooking? How much confidence do you have in the next cooking?"

Figlas couldn't contain his excitement and licked his long tongue while gazing at the dish in Allen's hand.

"You're really impatient. I still need some time to digest it."

Allen really needed to digest this experience. Compared to the last cooking, which was in a trance-like state, this time Allen's mind was fully present and he controlled and dominated the entire cooking process, and his gains were really rich.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!"

A look of disappointment flashed in his vertical pupils. Although the dragon had a weak sense of time, it had paid a lot of effort in the past twenty years to be Allen's bodyguard, hard worker, and collector, so naturally he hoped that his efforts would have corresponding returns.

"However, how do you plan to dispose of this dish?"

"What, do you want to try it?"

Allen glanced at the greedy Figlas meaningfully.

"If you don't mind, I really want to taste the flavor of this master-level dish. How is it after all!"

Figlas didn't hold back at all. After all, a large part of the ingredients for Allen's cooking skills this time were collected by Figlas running around for him. Only about 40% came from Allen's private collection and the Green Field Tribe. Even if he really digested and absorbed the dish, Figlas would be justified.

"It's not impossible for you to eat it, but I have to remind you in advance that you are mainly fire attribute, and this dish is water and ice dual attribute. The ice element is also a variant of the water attribute, which is contrary to your own attribute."

"If you eat this dish, it is very likely that it will conflict with your body's talent. I will not be responsible for any problems that arise at that time."

"Ah?? Is there such a saying? Then I have eaten so many water attribute magic dishes before..."

"How can those dishes containing elements be compared with the dish in my hand?"

"Then I have to think about it..."