Chapter 2 Unlock Daredevil's Super Senses
Kai Chen took a bite of the golden fried rice.
In an instant, the rich aroma of rice intertwined with the mellow fragrance of egg, flooding his mouth completely. Each grain was plump and distinct, coated evenly in egg—soft, smooth, yet springy to the bite.
Perfect.
Three-character evaluation: Too delicious.
…Wait.
Kai Chen froze.
Warmth surged behind his eyes, his vision blurring as tears welled up uncontrollably.
He was crying.
Actually crying—because of fried rice.
In both this life and his previous one, he had never tasted anything so good. Ever.
The food rested on his tongue, yet he hesitated to swallow, as if doing so would make the experience vanish forever.
So this is what "chewing slowly and savoring" really means…
A skill he had never mastered in his past life, finally unlocked by a single plate of rice.
For the second bite, Kai Chen carefully scooped only half a spoonful.
The portion was small to begin with. Eat too fast, and it would be gone in seconds. But if he slowed down… every bite could be treasured.
Simply put—
He couldn't bear to part with it.
Even so, the plate was eventually emptied.
Clean.
So clean it practically didn't need washing.
"…Huh?"
Only after setting the plate down did Kai Chen notice something strange.
The dull ache pounding behind his temples—gone.
Not just gone. His head felt light, refreshed, with none of the lingering discomfort of last night's drinking. His body brimmed with energy, as if he'd swallowed a potent tonic.
Golden fried rice… has restorative effects?
From that perspective, one hundred dollars was a downright steal.
Not satisfied, Kai Chen decided to cook another serving.
The moment the ingredients touched the pan—
They vanished.
A cold system prompt appeared.
System Notification:
The host is limited to one meal per day.
Today's meal has already been consumed.
Further production is prohibited.
"…Damn it."
Kai Chen nearly flipped the pot.
Ding—dong.
The sound of the doorbell interrupted his frustration.
A tall, well-dressed man stepped inside. He wore a neatly pressed suit, dark sunglasses, and held a white cane in his hand.
"Kai," the man said calmly, his head tilting slightly. "I could smell it from outside."
"You've come up with something new again, haven't you?"
As he spoke, the blind man reached out, brushed his fingers lightly across the table, and sat down at the seat closest to the door—movements precise, natural, and unhesitating.
As their memories overlapped, Kai Chen immediately recognized him.
Matt Murdock.
The lawyer who lived next door.
But Kai Chen also knew the truth—Matt Murdock's other identity.
Matt Murdock.
The vigilante of Hell's Kitchen.
Blinded as a child by radioactive chemicals, his lost sight had been replaced by senses pushed far beyond human limits. Sound, smell, touch, even air currents formed a three-dimensional world in his mind—more vivid than ordinary vision.
Nothing escaped him.
Still pretending to be just a blind lawyer, huh…
Kai Chen snorted inwardly, then smiled.
"Matt, your nose is sharper than a dog's."
"That good?" Matt chuckled.
"I just developed a new dish—Golden Fried Rice. Want to try it?"
"Golden fried rice?"
Matt nodded approvingly. "Good name."
"I'm starving. I'll take one. Oh—and a coffee, if you've got it."
Kai Chen glanced at the menu.
There was only one item.
Golden Fried Rice.
He then looked at the empty shelves behind him.
"…Sorry, Matt. Today, we're only serving fried rice."
"And one serving costs one hundred dollars."
"Still want it?"
Without hesitation, Matt reached into his wallet, pulled out a crisp hundred-dollar bill, and placed it on the table.
"Kai," he said with a faint smile, "I trust your cooking."
This guy knows quality.
Kai Chen pocketed the money immediately—just in case.
"Please wait a moment."
As he turned toward the kitchen, translucent text scrolled across his vision.
Congratulations, Host.
You have sold one serving of Golden Fried Rice.
Level Points gained: 0.1
His profile updated instantly.
0 / 100 → 0.1 / 100
Kai Chen's eyes lit up.
So every serving sold granted 0.1 level points.
Sell a thousand plates, and he'd level up.
This time, he took the rice directly—no hesitation.
With Matt's senses, any unnatural disappearance would be noticed immediately.
Half a minute later, the golden fried rice was ready.
Kai Chen placed it in front of Matt.
"Your order."
Matt leaned forward slightly, inhaling.
"…Smells incredible."
"Kai," he said sincerely, "your cooking has improved by leaps and bounds."
Kai Chen answered smoothly, "Family recipe. Passed down through generations of the Chen family."
"If business weren't so bad, I wouldn't have brought it out."
Matt raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
He took a bite.
Then another.
His expression shifted—subtle, but unmistakable.
"…Kai," Matt said slowly, voice low with amazement, "this is—this is incredible."
Kai Chen laughed.
At the same time, another system message appeared.
Congratulations, Host.
Daredevil's approval obtained.
Skill unlocked: Super Senses (Daredevil)
Unlock Progress: 10% (In Progress)
A rush of sensation flooded Kai Chen's body.
The world sharpened.
Tiny details leapt into focus.
Behind him—a mosquito.
He heard the rapid vibration of its wings, felt the disturbance in the air, pinpointed its exact position.
Kai Chen reached back—
Snap.
Caught.
"…So this is Daredevil's super senses?"
One-word review: Amazing.
And this was only ten percent.
Meanwhile, Matt finished the entire plate in moments.
Warmth surged through his limbs. Every ache from the previous night vanished completely.
"…Kai," he said in disbelief, "what exactly did you put in this?"
"It's ridiculous."
Kai Chen shrugged, grinning. "Family secret."
"Think I'd tell you?"
Another notification appeared.
Daredevil's approval increased.
Super Senses unlock progress: 11%
So every instance of approval raised the unlock rate by one percent.
Matt hesitated, then reached for his wallet again.
"…The portion's too small."
"Give me another."
"No—two more."
Two hundred dollars landed on the table.
Kai Chen felt his heart soar.
But he shook his head.
"Sorry, Matt."
"Our shop limits Golden Fried Rice to fifty servings per day."
"And each customer is limited to one serving."
He pointed to the menu.
Matt already knew.
The faint traces of ink, wood, and old adhesive on the menu had told him everything.
He'd just hoped it was a gimmick.
"…Even I can't get another?" Matt asked.
"No."
Kai Chen sighed honestly. "If I could bend the rules, I would."
"What about double the price?" Matt pressed.
Kai Chen walked over and opened the door.
"Rules are rules."
"Come early tomorrow."
Matt chuckled helplessly and stood up.
"…That's a real shame."
He pocketed the money and tapped his cane lightly as he left.