Chopsticks extended, slowly closing around a piece of meat on the plate in front of him.
The Host Mask Man applied the faintest pressure, and the lightly reddened chunk of beef trembled gently as it was lifted into the air, swaying with each movement, its tender appearance impossible not to find appetizing.
Through the chopsticks alone, he could feel the full, springy resistance of the beef. Juices dripped down one by one, pulled by gravity.
Closer. Closer still.
The aroma of the meat grew richer, washing over him in a wave.
The long-dormant appetite within him stirred.
He wanted to eat.
The Host Mask Man placed the piece of beef in his mouth and bit down — slowly, gently.
"Hm?"
With the first bite, he let out a sound of surprise.
Not because it was delicious.
Rather, the flavour was strange — peculiar in a way that made him pause in genuine bewilderment.
Was this dish really nothing more than some golden powder sprinkled on top to make it glow? Was the actual taste really just... this?
The thought surfaced unbidden.
At that moment, all eight judges were watching the Host Mask Man's reaction. The entire hall held its breath, every gaze fixed on him, waiting for his verdict.
Was this dish good? Or was it not?
A mere few seconds felt like an eternity to many of them.
The Host Mask Man ignored everyone around him and began to chew.
In an instant — just a single instant — everything changed.
What do you mean, merely ordinary?
Because the moment he chewed, the rich juices locked inside the beef burst free under pressure, flooding his mouth. The broth was slightly hot, yet it didn't sting — instead, it only further ignited his senses, striking his taste buds over and over in relentless waves.
The springy beef melted like ice on a summer tongue, spreading rapidly with each chew. Meat and broth merged into one, creating an impact unlike anything he had ever experienced — as though he were submerged entirely in a sea of beef broth.
Beef. Beef. Beef.
Nothing but beef.
His tongue was enveloped in it, drawn in completely, utterly unable to pull free.
Every single bite brought a fresh sensation, a new depth of flavour.
The fragrance of spices filled every corner of his palate.
He even caught the faint hidden note beneath it all — something clean and bright, coming from the blue vegetables, the essential ingredient. They had stripped away the gamey undertones of the beef and blended seamlessly with the spices, drawing out a whisper of something that belonged to the natural world itself.
The Host Mask Man's eyes narrowed slightly, his entire being sinking into the experience.
Delicious.
Exquisite.
The finest dish he had ever tasted in his life.
He wanted more.
When he finally came back to himself, he realised that the entire serving in front of him was already gone.
How fast. He had finished it without even noticing.
He hadn't had enough. He wanted more.
Only then did the Host Mask Man instinctively glance around him, looking at the other judges. He noticed that every single one of them was staring at him with curious eyes.
Normally, he could ignore such gazes entirely.
But now, something had changed.
His behaviour just now had been entirely unlike his usual self.
"I have finished eating. You are judges as well — please proceed."
With the Host Mask Man's lead, the two Organizer judges beside him picked up their chopsticks.
Almost immediately, exclamations burst from both of them.
"Delicious."
"Even better than the Nine-Turn Braised Intestines from earlier."
"This flavour — absolutely incredible."
The praise came pouring out.
Having lost themselves completely in the taste, they gave voice to their admiration without even thinking about it.
No wonder this dish had nearly enthralled even their own supervisor.
That was why.
It was so delicious you simply couldn't stop.
When the two staff members finished eating, they still wore the look of people who hadn't nearly had enough. The one closest to the player-judges kept casting hungry, lingering glances, clearly tempted to reach over and take what was left in front of them.
"Fwip fwip fwip!"
The player-judges didn't dare wait a moment longer and immediately dug in.
"Incredible — the moment you bite down, the juices just pour out."
"The way the broth and the meat work together — not the slightest bit greasy. There's even a faint, clean fragrance underneath."
"The best dish in this entire event. Miss Nakiri's skills are truly something else!"
"This is the level of a top student from Totsuki Academy. Completely in a class of its own."
The praise was unceasing, one judge after another offering their highest compliments.
The flavour of this dish spoke for itself through the reactions of all nine judges.
The players' gazes drifted to Erina Nakiri.
The golden-haired young girl's face was calm, but the slight curve at the corner of her lips betrayed the happiness she felt in that moment.
In truth, even she herself had been just as surprised — surprised that the dish she made had begun to glow with golden light.
The instant she saw that glow, she'd actually wondered for a moment whether she was hallucinating.
Back when she was small, her father had only mentioned it in passing — that certain dishes, upon reaching a certain height of perfection, would bloom with golden radiance. It was the light of a dish that had been truly recognised.
But Erina Nakiri had always assumed it was simply something her grandfather had told her to encourage her to keep pushing forward on the path of culinary arts — a well-meaning lie, nothing more.
In reality, glowing dishes couldn't possibly exist.
Her grandfather had wanted her to keep refining herself, to keep moving forward, to never stop and be satisfied with where she stood.
But now —
Through the reactions of the judges and every player around her, she had confirmed it at last: the "glowing dish" was real. It could truly happen.
And she, Erina Nakiri, had done it.
"Grandfather..."
Joy welled up and overflowed in Erina's heart as the thought formed quietly within her. "I did it."
"I made a glowing dish. I've actually done it."
Erina Nakiri's spirits soared.
This was the single happiest moment she'd had since being dragged into this Strange Game.
She had not made a glowing dish in the real world — but she had achieved it here, inside a Strange instance game.
Erina believed that beyond a measure of luck, her success came largely from the ingredients themselves. The ingredients inside the Strange Game differed enormously from anything found in reality. To understand their characteristics and flavours, to know how to combine and balance them, she'd had no choice but to start from scratch — tasting and adjusting, experimenting over and over, until she had truly grasped the properties and nuances of each one.
That hard-won knowledge had further elevated her culinary skills, and ultimately led to this — a "glowing dish."
Once this instance game was over, she would tell her grandfather the good news immediately.
"I wonder what expression Grandfather will make when he hears."
The golden-haired young girl felt an inexplicable anticipation bloom in her chest, and the smile at the corner of her lips grew a touch brighter, its arc curving just a little higher.
"I so want to eat it too!"
"What does a glowing dish even taste like?"
"As expected of Brother Zero — he picked the best chef with one look."
"Beautiful and a great cook — Brother Zero's going to have a very blessed life."
"Ugh, I want that too! I want a girlfriend who can cook like this! Someone send one my way!"
The players were drowning in envy, practically sour with jealousy.
Who wouldn't want a girlfriend who could cook like that?
They all did.
But they knew well enough that none of them were that lucky.
If Erina Nakiri ever did look for a boyfriend, it would without question have to be someone like Lin Ye.
Any other man simply wouldn't stand a chance.
The veteran players were slightly calmer about it, but they too held considerable interest in that glowing dish.
If they could, they would have liked to taste it as well.
"Now, the scores will be announced."
2 — 2 — 2 — 2 — 2 — 2.
Every player-judge gave a score of 2.
Under normal patterns, the first and second player-judges should have given a 0, with the rest giving 2s, keeping the total at 8 points. But this time, all six player-judges gave a unanimous 2.
Was this because Lin Ye had said something to them in advance?
No — more than that, most of them agreed that Miss Nakiri's dish simply could not be scored any other way. To give it even one point less would be an insult to the dish itself.
The player-judges had eaten well and were happy.
Then the three Organizer judges submitted their scores one after another.
2. 2.
Two of the Organizer staff gave a perfect score of 2.
A shock.
At this point, even if the Host Mask Man gave a 0, it could no longer change the fact that Erina Nakiri's dish had earned 12 points.
So — what score would the Host Mask Man give? Given that he could no longer prevent Group 26 from achieving a perfect score, what choice would he make?
Would he refuse to acknowledge it? Or would he concede?
"Scratch scratch scratch."
The Host Mask Man wrote a number.
He raised it slowly, his back turned to the crowd — and then in the very next instant, with startling speed, he tore the paper to shreds and let the pieces scatter on the wind, drifting away in every direction.
"My score no longer matters."
He was still trying to salvage what little dignity he had left.
He had scored it — but refused to show the result.
In a way, this led many to suspect he had given his true honest score: a 2. Otherwise, there was no reason for him to behave this way.
But with the actual number unseen, what it truly was remained unknown, impossible to confirm.
No one except the Host Mask Man knew.
That was the general consensus among the players.
Lin Ye, however, had seen it.
That was the benefit of having the Perspective Skill.
"Congratulations, Miss Nakiri — a perfect score of 14."
Lin Ye's congratulations made it impossible for Erina Nakiri to suppress the joy welling up inside her.
But she coughed twice and reined herself in as best she could. "That can't be confirmed. The Host's score cannot be confirmed — he may well have given a 0."
Though even a zero couldn't change the fact that Group 26 had earned 14 points.
After removing the highest and lowest scores, Group 26's total still reached the maximum possible: 14 points.
"I said it's a perfect score, so it's a perfect score," Lin Ye said, his tone certain.
The firm conviction made Erina Nakiri assume it was simply Lin Ye's way of affirming, encouraging, and comforting her — that he thought she was still a little stung by not receiving all nine 2s, and so had said it to make her feel better.
This man...
He could be unexpectedly tender, couldn't he?
The golden-haired young girl's eyes reflected Lin Ye's face.
Cold Frost watched this scene in silence.
The girl with long black hair said nothing — she simply observed.
At this point, first place in the overall rankings had been decided.
Group 26, which had claimed first in every single event, was unquestionably first overall.
On the stage,
the Host Mask Man let out a quiet sigh.
Four events. He had used every method he could think of, and still failed to eliminate Lin Ye. It left him deeply vexed.
This edition of the Gourmet Sports Meet was, compared to the previous two, an utterly miserable experience without a single bright spot.
The previous two had been such a joy.
The players had been twisted around his finger with no way to fight back, and every challenge he set had resulted in heavy casualties among them.
But this edition — in the end, a full fifteen groups of players had passed all four events.
In the past, that would have been unimaginable.
Under normal circumstances, even without deliberate targeting, having five groups pass would have been considered generous. This time, the Organizer had deliberately targeted the players — and still, this many had managed to clear the Gourmet Sports Meet.
How could the Host Mask Man possibly feel good about that?
"Please taste the next dish."
The next group's dish was brought to the table.
Having just eaten the glowing dish, the Host Mask Man found every subsequent dish practically impossible to appreciate. Forget tasting — even glancing at them for more than a moment felt like a waste of his time.
Zero.
Zero.
For the next several groups, he gave out zeros without hesitation.
But because six of the nine judging spots were held by player-judges who maintained their scoring as before, the subsequent groups still cleared the round with passing scores.
In the cooking event — the fourth event — not a single group of players was eliminated.
With that, the official events of the Gourmet Sports Meet came to an end.
The Host Mask Man rose once more.
"Congratulations, congratulations — congratulations to all guests present for clearing the fourth event, Cooking, of the Gourmet Sports Meet, and for achieving such fine results."
"And a special congratulations to the three guests of Group 26."
Every player's gaze immediately locked onto Lin Ye.
"Your group is the first in the entire history of the Gourmet Sports Meet to place first in every single event. I dare say that in future editions of this Meet, a group achieving first place across all events will be an extraordinarily rare sight indeed."
Lin Ye, for his part, was more interested in the fact that future editions of the Gourmet Sports Meet would apparently continue to be held.
This instance, it seemed, would go on indefinitely.
It would be great if it could be farmed for Strange Coins.
The thought surfaced in Lin Ye's mind unbidden.
Strange Coins — he could never have too many of those.
"Congratulations to you, Mr. Zero of Group 26, Miss Cold Frost, and Miss Nakiri. You are the champions of this edition of the Gourmet Sports Meet."
He began to applaud as he spoke.
The staff members joined in, clapping steadily — the sound ringing out without pause.
"Group 26 will receive 800 Strange Coins and one Strange object as their prize."
A Strange object!
The veteran players immediately showed envious expressions.
Every Strange object was a valuable thing.
Even those with harsh conditions of use, those that placed heavy burdens on the body, or those that dramatically increased Strange erosion if used beyond a time limit — they were still valuable. That was an unshakeable truth.
"Though I am curious, Mr. Zero — how do you plan to divide the prize?"
The attempt to sow discord was so transparent that not just Lin Ye but practically every player present could see through it.
"That is none of your concern," Cold Frost was the first to speak.
"However Zero chooses to divide it, I will accept. I would even be willing to take nothing at all."
She genuinely meant it.
Throughout this instance, she had contributed — but not that much. Looking back, she felt she had mostly been an assistant, tagging along for the ride. She felt that receiving Strange Coins at all was already more than her efforts warranted.
So if Lin Ye gave her nothing at all, she could accept that completely.
"Same for me."
Erina Nakiri staked out her position as well. This was the moment for them to present a united front, a single will — all three standing together, giving the Host Mask Man no crack to exploit.
Even though deep down, Erina Nakiri did very much want the Strange Coins. Surviving inside a Strange Game required Strange Coins without question.
With Strange Coins, she could certainly obtain more weapons and equipment, raise her combat ability, and improve her odds of survival.
But this was absolutely not the moment to say such things, not while the Host Mask Man was deliberately trying to drive a wedge between them.
And more importantly — Erina Nakiri did not believe Lin Ye was the kind of person who would hoard the entire reward and walk away with everything. If that had truly been his character, he wouldn't have behaved the way he did across all four events.
"Miss Nakiri, you were the driving force behind the final cooking event. Without you, that supreme glowing dish would never have existed."
Cold Frost refusing was one thing.
But a newcomer like Erina Nakiri saying the same — that she was willing to take nothing — dealt a genuine blow to the Host Mask Man.
Just how magnanimous did someone have to be to turn down Strange Coins?
"Without Zero and Miss Cold Frost's protection, I never could have made that dish," Erina replied.
That wasn't wrong in the slightest.
The black bear and the rats — if those two threats hadn't been dealt with, Erina Nakiri would never have been able to cook at all.
But the Host Mask Man desperately wanted to disrupt this display of generosity.
Strange Coins — these were Strange Coins! Each one worth fighting over. And now these two female players were saying they were willing to forgo their share and leave it entirely to Lin Ye.
This sort of thing truly exceeded the bounds of what he could have imagined.
Though it was still within the range he had anticipated.
He still had another method.
The Host Mask Man began announcing the second, third, and fourth place rankings, along with the accompanying prizes.
2nd and 3rd place received 20 Strange Coins each.
First place was 800 Strange Coins; second and third were only 20 — not a small gap by any measure.
Even compared to what had originally been a standard reward of 100 Strange Coins, the difference was still enormous.
But for the players, having something was better than having nothing.
Twenty Strange Coins was still twenty Strange Coins.
4th through 10th place: 10 Strange Coins.
11th through 15th place: 5 Strange Coins.
For newcomer players, just making it out of a Strange Game alive was already the greatest reward of all. Getting Strange Coins on top of that was pure bonus.
"It's finally over."
"Our group has four people and five Strange Coins. How do we split that?"
"Whoever wins rock-paper-scissors gets the extra one!"
"Veteran player looking to buy Strange Coins — newcomers don't have much use for them anyway."
The players who had realised the instance was nearly over burst into cheerful chatter among themselves.
In that moment, they felt a genuine sense of relief and ease from the bottom of their hearts.
Compared to those who had failed, they were luckier and more fortunate than they could count.
"A word to all newcomers — an important piece of information. If you don't intend to continue participating in Strange Games, and plan to decline future Strange Game invitations rather than become a player, then..."
[Tanaka] spoke up.
This hall averaged slightly more than one Strange Coin per player.
If he could collect the Strange Coins from the newcomers' hands, it would be quite the windfall.
"I recommend all newcomers consider selling their Strange Coins to me. I guarantee a fair and reasonable price."
The newcomer players blinked.
Erina Nakiri, hearing this, also paused.
"We're not Strange Game players yet?"
"Not official players."
Lin Ye spoke up. "Official player status comes after this instance ends. The Strange Game will then issue you a formal invitation, asking whether you wish to accept and become a Strange Game player."
In truth, given the promise Erina Nakiri had made earlier, Lin Ye had been worried she might make the same choice as Kyou Fujibayashi, so he hadn't planned to tell her about this in advance — he'd intended to let her find out naturally when the Strange Game informed her upon leaving the instance, and make her choice then, along with the memory wipe.
But because veteran players were now trying to buy Strange Coins, that plan had crumbled.
"You can leave it behind," someone said.
"Right," Lin Ye confirmed with a nod.
"Phew — good. As long as you can opt out."
Erina Nakiri let out a long, drawn-out breath of relief.
"I'd thought I might be stuck in it forever."
A dangerous instance world like the Strange Game was not something a person whose only real achievement was in culinary arts could handle.
She had honestly already been worrying about how she would survive the next Strange Game — had even been seriously considering reaching out to Lin Ye and Cold Frost in the real world, hoping they could provide some guidance and train her in the relevant knowledge and skills.
"You can opt out. When the time comes, just refuse the invitation."
"Mm."
"Remember — you must refuse the invitation. If you accept it and become an official Strange Game player, you will be required to accept one invitation mission every month, and that obligation cannot be refused."
Lin Ye spelled it out clearly for Erina Nakiri, making absolutely sure she wouldn't make the same choice as Kyou Fujibayashi.
He was at a loss when it came to that woman. He had told her to refuse — and she'd accepted anyway.
Honestly, it drove him up the wall.
But what was done was done. There was no point in staying angry or venting about it unilaterally. Rather than pointing fingers or cursing his luck, it was better to teach her and equip her, and raise Kyou Fujibayashi's odds of survival.
That was one of the few things he could still do for her.
"I'll refuse. I have no desire to keep fighting for survival inside Strange Games. I'm not like you and Miss Cold Frost."
Choosing to become an official Strange Game player even when given a choice — that said everything about the mindset of those two.
And that mindset was rooted in their own self-knowledge.
To have reached LV4 and LV5, those two had survived more life-or-death instances than most could imagine.
Erina Nakiri knew herself clearly: there was simply no way she could survive one dangerous Strange Game instance after another. If she could opt out and still chose to stay — wouldn't she just be looking for trouble?
"In that case — the promise between you and me is hereby void," Lin Ye said directly to the golden-haired young girl.
This time, he chose not to hide the matter of the memory wipe, but told her outright.
"Void? Why? I already said it — Erina Nakiri is absolutely not the kind of girl who breaks her word."
Lin Ye shook his head and offered the girl in front of him a small smile. "When you choose to decline, you will lose your memories of everything that happened inside the instance."
At those words,
Erina Nakiri was struck dumb — she genuinely wondered for a moment whether her ears had stopped working properly.
"F-forget... this... how can this... be possible. How can something like this..."
She couldn't accept it.
These past two days — their experiences — were among the most important memories of her entire life. She did not want to forget them.
She thought back over everything that had happened. She had gained two trusted companions. She had successfully created a glowing dish. She had a piece of wonderful news to tell her grandfather — something that would leave him utterly astonished.
And yet — she was going to lose the memories of all of it.
How was she supposed to accept that?
"That is simply how it is," Cold Frost said softly, with a trace of helplessness in her voice.
"Miss Nakiri, choosing to refuse, to leave the Strange Game, to have those memories erased — that is actually better for you."
She recalled something she had read in the reference materials. "If you retain memories related to Strange instances, the probability of Strangeness seeking you out in reality will increase dramatically. You would have to face Strange entities on your own in the real world. Could you handle that?"
No.
Absolutely not.
She genuinely did not believe she could deal with Strange entities on her own.
Erina Nakiri understood now. The reason Cold Frost had reacted the way she had earlier finally made sense.
Losing her memories meant it was inevitable that she couldn't honour the promise in the real world.
"I have a solution," Erina Nakiri said, immediately pulling out a slip of paper and a pen.
"Scratch scratch scratch." She wrote something out on the paper.
I owe ten personally handcrafted meals. No restrictions on dish type. The bearer of this note may redeem this promise at any time.
— Erina Nakiri
She even signed her name.
"Here." Erina Nakiri held the note out.
"You're mistaken — it was three times," Lin Ye said.
"The extra seven are my thanks."
Erina Nakiri hadn't been without some thought of accepting the invitation — but the moment she imagined the crushing pressure of surviving instance after instance as an official Strange Game player, she ultimately chose to give it up.
She was nothing like Cold Frost or Zero. She stood essentially no chance of clearing Strange Game instance missions one after another.
She had to give up the memories — but the promise had to be kept. And so, she had come up with this solution.
"Alright."
Lin Ye accepted the written note.
"I won't take your Strange Coins, but I'm sure you'll still give me my portion of the prize coins, right?"
"Mm."
Lin Ye had no intention of swallowing it all himself. What needed to be shared would be shared.
"My Strange Coins — half for you, and the other half for Miss Cold Frost."
Erina Nakiri split her Strange Coins evenly in two.
"Alright."
"Oh — and if you ever get your hands on good ingredients, bring some for me, would you?"
This was Erina Nakiri's condition for the exchange — and also a personal request.
Instance world ingredients were things that didn't exist in reality. She could no longer obtain them herself, but Lin Ye could. She wanted him to bring her some of those entirely new ingredients.
The pursuit of ingredients, the pursuit of culinary perfection — that was a desire Erina Nakiri would carry for the rest of her life, unchanging.
"Sure."
Lin Ye agreed.
After that, Erina Nakiri pulled Cold Frost off to one side and began whispering to her.
It was clearly a conversation Lin Ye was not meant to hear.
Lin Ye cooperated fully, making no attempt to eavesdrop — in fact, he actively moved farther away.
The Gourmet Sports Meet was over.
This invitation mission had been successfully completed.
Eight hundred Strange Coins, and one Strange object.
He didn't know what the Strange object would be — Lin Ye was intensely curious.
His gaze drifted involuntarily toward the Host Mask Man, and his brow furrowed slightly. The man somehow seemed completely unperturbed — as though none of this bothered him in the least.
That didn't add up.
Was there still more to come?
Meanwhile, on the other side —
"Miss Cold Frost, I'm counting on you."
"..."
Cold Frost hadn't expected Erina Nakiri to make such a request.
"Why not ask Zero?"
"He won't agree. And even if he did, he'd probably never follow through. So I can only ask you, Miss Cold Frost."
Cold Frost hesitated. She didn't really want to accept — but Erina Nakiri had just given her half of her Strange Coins, and for the sake of those coins alone, she had no grounds to refuse.
Besides, the impression Erina Nakiri had left on her was genuinely a good one, and the cooking event had seen Erina contribute the lion's share of the effort and credit.
"Please, Miss Cold Frost."
"...Alright."
In the end, Cold Frost agreed — and Erina Nakiri immediately began writing again, "scratch scratch scratch," before pressing the folded slip of paper into Cold Frost's hand.
Cold Frost held the note, her emotions complicated.
Since she had agreed, she would see it through properly.
The atmosphere at the venue was relaxed and easy now.
Most of the players were chatting leisurely, whiling away the time as they waited for the instance to end and the departure window to arrive.
"Clap. Clap. Clap..."
The Host Mask Man began applauding.
The sound instantly drew the attention of every player.
They all looked up eagerly, expecting him to announce the distribution of prizes and the departure.
The Host Mask Man swept his gaze across the entire hall. With a smile that carried a faint undercurrent of energy, he spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen."
"The official events of the Gourmet Sports Meet have concluded — but... there is a bonus round."
Players: ???
The newcomer players were completely dumbfounded.
We barely managed to clear the Gourmet Sports Meet. We thought it was finally over — and now you're telling us there's a bonus round?
You've got to be kidding.
"The bonus round is entertaining and exciting, and the rewards are even more generous. I'm sure all of you guests will love it."
"Can we refuse to participate?"
One newcomer player asked hesitantly.
"What do you think?" the Host replied with a smiling counter-question — and with that, a heavy, desolate silence fell over many of the players in the hall.
They realised they were not completely safe yet.
"We decline."
Lin Ye's voice cut through the silence, calm and measured.
"We will not participate in the bonus round. Host, please begin the settlement immediately and deliver our prizes. We need to leave."
He was eighty percent certain this was the Host's play — unable to accept defeat, so he had conjured a "bonus round" in a final bid to keep them here permanently.
But all that awaited the Host Mask Man was failure.
"Sir guest—"
"We want to leave."
With Lin Ye's words, the other players rallied and echoed him one after another.
The Host Mask Man's expression soured.
His last chance at a comeback had failed — it had collapsed before it even began.
"You'd have many rewards if you passed. Don't you have confidence in yourself, sir guest?"
"What else could you possibly offer? It's your bonus round you made up — do you really think we'd actually be able to clear it?"
Lin Ye had confidence in himself — but he wasn't about to walk knowingly into a trap.
The Host Mask Man was left with no options. Reluctantly, he had no choice but to concede.
He struggled, but was powerless.
In the end, the only outcome awaiting him was defeat.
He was finished.
And with that, the instance mission officially reached its conclusion.
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