Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

System reminder: [Predator] effect is triggered, attack and physical attributes are enhanced.

System reminder: [Synchronous Stomach Bag] is triggered and the skill [Bite Lv0] is obtained.

[Bite]: It comes from the terrifying bite force of the monster snapping turtle that can break through the steel. When the skill takes effect, you will get a good bite that can easily gnaw away the enemy's defense.

A braised snapping turtle with rice, it tastes very good.

Moreover, the snapping turtle with its own quality of ingredients has the S grade. After Don’s careful cooking, the grade of the finished dish has broken through the SS grade without any pressure.

This is a dish level that is easy to trigger [Synchronized Stomach Bag] to generate new skills.

"[Bite]? Well, the snapping turtle’s bite force is really strong." Dorn looked at the skill introduction on the personal information panel, touched his chin and wondered, "However, I thought at first I would be able to brush it out. A defensive skill like [Tortoiseshell], it’s better to hit Grand Canal and my [Harden] skill to upgrade, but I didn’t expect it to be an offensive skill."

Although it is not quite the same as imagined, the [bite] looks pretty good from the description.

only……

Attack the enemy by directly gnawing at the enemy...

"Good guy, if I encounter food monsters in the future, I use the [Bite] skill, isn't it the equivalent of holding the monsters to nibble and eating sashimi directly?"

After thinking and complaining about the usage of the new skills in his heart, Dorn turned off his own personal panel.

At this time, Maverick Bain was holding his own plate, licking the last few grains of rice with a little bit of soup.

In the end, Bain put down the plate that was licked as clean as new by his cow tongue, and patted his round belly beautifully:

"Mr. Donne! It's delicious! The snapping turtle meat you made is so delicious!"

"Not only snapping turtles, in fact, the ducks and pigeons you raise, I also have the confidence to make them delicious." Dorn responded with a smile.

"Then I have to eat a few more meals!" The little tauren's eyes beamed, and then he seemed to think of something, and his original excitement weakened. "That, Dage, Dage? Moo, I can. Call you like that?"

"Yes, the name sounds very cordial. There are several other human boys who are older than you call me that way." Don just smiled.

"Dage, are you really going to challenge the Cretan Bull?" the tauren asked.

"Of course, this is the purpose of my coming here." Dorn did not hesitate.

"But that's dangerous. I mean... My ancestors have many, many warriors. After they entered the temple, they never came back. In fact, many people think that no matter who it is, just enter the temple. , Will never come back again."

"In that case, why do you still hold [Blood and Horn] competition, why are you still determined to pick God of War Palace?"

"Moo! Tauren, fearless!" Baine the Maverick shook his head in a sonorous voice.

Dorn:...

Good guy, what a brave cow.

Bain continued: "Moreover, everyone in the ethnic group wants to go out and see the outside world. In this maze, our ethnic group cannot develop."

"Oh? You are young, you can see far away." Dorn raised his eyebrows slightly.

The calf shook his head: "No, I only need to see what's in front of me. The maze is full of monsters and mechanisms. Where we live, we have limited food."

"Therefore, there has always been such a rule in the ethnic group-the number of our Minotaurs must be controlled within 328 people."

"Three hundred and twenty-eight..." Dorn repeated the number.

This seems to be these tauren occupying three habitats in the ruins. After generations of life, the upper limit of population capacity will be obtained.

no way.

Just as Maverick Bain said, to survive in this blind maze, the place to live cannot be expanded, and food can only be raised on a monster farm that cannot be further developed.

Limited resources limit the ethnic population of Minotaur.

"What if your population exceeds 328?" Donne asked again.

"Population?" The Maverick repeated this somewhat slurred word, then shook his head and began to tell:

"The rules left by the ancestors say that when the number of people in the ethnic group exceeds this number, disasters will occur. So... once it exceeds the number of 328 people in the ethnic group, a lottery will be started for the whole family."

"Draw?"

"Moo, anyone who gets a red lottery, whether it is a chief shaman or an ordinary tauren, must leave the race and go to Life in the depths of the maze alone. A few years ago, my dad got the red lottery... so, more Hmm, I want to go out, want to leave here, want to go outside."

The little tauren said this, feeling a little depressed.

Dorn:...

Presumably all tauren should know that the so-called life in the depths of the maze is actually exile and death.

But Donn didn't speak.

No comment on this set of rules passed down from generation to generation by the Tauren.

The two were silent for a while.

"Dage, there was one thing yesterday, I lied to you." After a while, Mavericks Bain said suddenly.

"Huh? About what?"

"That's right, when I first met you, I told you that it was Grandpa and Grandma Tamara who asked me to take care of your life here." The Mavericks had a guilty tone, "It's not like that."

Donn nodded and didn't answer.

But he recalled that when he saw the tauren for the first time in Benissa's tent, he was as guilty as he is now for a certain period of time.

"Grandpa and they actually planned to arrange for Benissa Big sis to take care of your life here. Because Big sis is half of the human blood and is about your age, grandpa thinks you will be more able to talk. Then I am obsessed with it. After pestering Grandpa and Grandma Tamara, they chose me."

Everyone continues to talk about the little tauren.

"Huh?" Dorn was slightly surprised.

Dare to love the Tauren Chieftain originally arranged the white-haired and red-eyed beast mother Benissa to be his own little follower?

Chief Kane knows it well.

"I'm sorry, Dage. I did that because you are an adventurer from outside. I want to know more about the outside through you." Bain scratched his head. "But Dage, you are too Okay, let me have such delicious snapping turtle meat, so... So if you want to switch back to Benissa Big sis to take care of your daily life these days, I can talk to Grandpa now."

"There's nothing to apologize." Don just smiled and shook his head. "And, we get along very well, don't we? Don't bother Benissa."

This is the truth of Donne, he and this little tauren get along very well.

"Really?" Bain chuckled.

Knowing that Dorn did not intend to replace himself, the Mavericks were extremely happy!

Don Dage is really a good guy!

The two chatted for a while with a feeling of fullness. At this time, more light feather nets hanging in the habitat were put away by the tauren.

His sight became dim.

This shows that in this habitat, except for the guards, everyone else is ready to start sleeping.

At this time, Mavericks Bain just asked the question he most wanted to know: "Dage, what is the outside world like?"

"The outside world, right? I can let you see, hear, and feel directly." Donne smiled.

"Moo?"

Before Baine could react, he saw a dark red nightmare scent swept across Donne.

The little tauren immediately fell into the dream woven by Donne, and fell asleep peacefully.

"Have a good dream, Baine." Dorne said, getting up and leaving.

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