Green Monster Epic

“Burp!!!”

The dragon snatched the freshly cooked dish from Allen's hand and devoured it right in front of him.

The seemingly small plate of food, upon entering the belly of the dragon, whose appetite was enormous, surprisingly gave it a great sense of fullness.

It couldn't help but let out a satisfying burp, and instead of a foul-smelling breath, a stream of pure fire element transformed into a ball of flame, like dragon's breath.

Figglas felt a sense of foreboding as soon as he burped, because a warm current of air instinctively spewed out from his body.

This simple burp weakened the magic contained within the dish, scaring him so much that he quickly covered his mouth, afraid to let his body react any further.

“I need to find a place to sleep well; don’t bother me unless it’s important!!”

“Also, you make too much noise when you cook.

You’ve been staying in my humble lair for so long; it’s time for you to go back to your tribe and show your face!!”

Having achieved his goal, Figglas no longer needed Allen's magic cuisine for the time being, so he naturally began to kick him out after using him.

“…”

Allen was speechless, staring in stunned silence at the dragon's back as it returned to the dilapidated Crystal Palace, momentarily unable to react.

It wasn't until a thunderous snoring sound echoed from the palace that Allen shook his head and began to clean up the stoves he had replaced and rebuilt countless times.

The effects of Master-level magic cuisine were astonishing, but they also came with consequences: the magic in Master-level magic cuisine was not obtained through the consumer's own cultivation.

Even if cooking techniques were used to deposit it in the consumer's body, becoming the cornerstone for enhancing their potential, repeatedly consuming and depositing other external magic before completely digesting these external magic would very likely trigger a magic backlash, causing irreparable damage to the consumer.

Of course, depending on individual constitution and talent, the time required for a consumer to digest these dishes varied.

However, even for a powerful physical existence like the legendary dragon Figglas, it would take decades to completely digest the magic deposited in its body.

Moreover, this Master-level cuisine also had drug resistance like potions.

After tasting a magic cuisine with a certain pure attribute once, the effect of consuming the same type of cuisine again would be greatly reduced, unless it was a cuisine of higher quality.

Through the mysterious power generated by the Food God Domain, Allen suddenly recalled this relevant knowledge information in his mind, which did not disappoint him with magic cuisine, but instead made him sigh at the profound and mysterious power of balance in nature, which was everywhere.

If this magic cuisine could really be used infinitely, then with Allen's cooking skills gradually mastering the knack, and his selfless heart for the tribe, he believed that it wouldn't be long before Allen could forcibly promote Kerr, Albard, and all of them to the strength and status of demigods or above using magic cuisine.

As for the specific time, it would only depend on how long it would take for the tribe to collect the relevant ingredients.

The ingredients on hand were almost used up, and the harvest from this second successful cooking was much greater than the first successful cooking.

Allen really needed some time to digest his current cooking experience.

At the same time, he had not forgotten his agreement with the alliance.

It was time to summarize several magic cuisine recipes based on his existing experience, which could be regarded as an explanation to the various races and appease their presumably still uneasy hearts.

Of course, when he threw these recipes out, he would naturally be able to exchange them for a large amount of wealth, at least no less than the auction of those sets of magic cuisine recipes and magic chef training classics back then.

Moreover, it could further enhance the reputation of the magic chef, making it a high-value profession on par with alchemy, forging, and other professions.

While calculating and planning in his mind, Allen bid farewell to the top of the mountain, which had been shortened by hundreds of meters by countless explosions, and his figure quickly disappeared into the mountains.

In the darkness, countless ghostly eyes had been watching these mountains.

As Allen's undisguised aura sped towards the southwest, countless pigeons, eagles, and other animals flew out of the mountains and flew in all directions.

Just as he arrived within the sphere of influence of Green Lake City, a familiar aura rose from the city and rushed straight towards Allen.

“Chieftain!”

Once again catching the tail of his lifespan limit, the Gnome Archmage Albard, who had broken through to the middle stage of Legend with the help of the 'Thunder Pool' cuisine Allen had rewarded him with, now had white hair that had turned silver, emitting a faint halo.

From time to time, a trace of electric current would float and disappear between his hair, and his entire aura would rise and fall, not yet fully digesting the rich magic contained in the 'Thunder Pool' cuisine.

“What are you doing here? Did something major happen in the tribe?”

Allen walked side by side with Albard, asking in a calm tone.

Now Allen could be regarded as a complete hands-off shopkeeper.

For nearly twenty years, he had completely ignored the tribe, leaving Albard in charge of everything.

Now that this highly anticipated junior had taken the initiative to come and greet him, Allen thought that there must be something important to report or discuss with him.

“There are a few things that I need to report to you, Chieftain.”

Albard's burden on his shoulders had been very heavy these years.

He had to manage the direction and overall situation of the entire tribe, while also increasing the development of the Food God Church, leaving very little time for his own cultivation and magic experiments.

“Speak.”

“A Bear Goblin Berserker named Fluke in the tribe has officially advanced to Legend, and at the same time, a Gnome Assassin named Seth has found his own path to Legend and took leave from the tribe three years ago to travel in the wilderness.”

“Good news!!”

Allen's lips curled up, and he couldn't help laughing.

A few years ago, there was a Gnome child in the tribe who won the tribe competition and had the opportunity to obtain Allen's personally cooked 'A Dream' cuisine.

It was originally thought that he could embark on the path of Legend, but unfortunately, he failed to do so in the end, which made Allen and Albard feel sorry for a long time.

Unexpectedly, this time after he returned from painstakingly studying cooking, the tribe suddenly produced a Legend and a Legend seed, which made Allen feel gratified and happy.

“That... How is the Goblin who ate the cuisine in the last cooking competition?”

Albard's report on the tribe's Legend promotion reminded Allen of the follow-up of his several Master-level cuisines, and he couldn't help but ask.

“Are you talking about the Druid named Grey?”

Albard thought for a while, then shook his head: "For a period of time after eating the 'Sprout of Rebirth' cuisine, he did show extremely high talent and prospects, but as he grew older to his fifties, there was no more room for improvement, wasting the cuisine you cooked, Chieftain."

"However, the other two winners' families left the cuisine rewards they received to the newborns in their families.

In recent years, the two young Goblins who ate the cuisine have performed well and have already become the key targets of the tribe's Legend seeds."