novelhk Chapter 436 Resetting Doubling and Death Restaurant
Chapter 436 Resetting Doubling and Death Restaurant
Chapter 436 Resetting Doubling and Death Restaurant
【滞留时间（1）：90天11小时57分30秒；滞留时间（2）：90天11小时23分18秒】
A campfire was lit in front of him, and the flying long-eared rabbits became Broly's food again. Broly also confirmed one thing: not only had he returned to the place where he first came to this world, but the time he had stayed seemed to have been refreshed and then doubled.
So, is it all thanks to that strange silver-haired guy?
Broly thought to himself as he tore off a piece of roasted rabbit meat.
[I probably shouldn't have hit so hard!]
Looking at his doubled time, Broly felt apologetic to the person who might have extended his time.
After finishing the rabbit meat, Broly wiped his mouth, washed his hands with water-generating magic, and then looked into the distance.
"Should I still go to the Dragon King Kingdom?"
Before returning to the starting point, Broly had already inspected most of the cities in the Dragon Kingdom, but he hadn't encountered the Crystal Palace's target he wanted to meet. This made Broly hesitate about whether to go back to the Dragon Kingdom.
After thinking it over, Broly decided to lie down and go to sleep. He planned to ask his friends for their opinions, but he could only meet the gods in his dreams.
Lying on the grass felt wonderful, with leisurely clouds floating in the azure sky. More importantly, the doubled time allowed Broly, whose temper had become violent from seeing too much darkness before returning to his starting point, to feel extremely relaxed.
In this relaxed state, Broly quickly fell asleep.
Why not?
As evening fell and the setting sun turned the grasslands a fiery red, Broly did not dream of the god at all, as if knowing the god was just an illusion.
"No, this is definitely not an illusion. Think carefully about how I met the god and the mortal..."
Broly thought about it carefully and realized that it was the god who took the initiative to contact him, rather than him contacting the other party.
"Fine, so I guess I can only wait for God to come to me? Do I have to make the decision myself now?"
The Saiyan boy scratched his head. He was used to the guidance of gods and humans, and the sudden loss of his navigation made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
After some deliberation, Broly decided to go to the Dragon Kingdom, not for any other reason than that there were still some cities there that he hadn't searched.
Taking off from the grasslands at dusk, passing the Wanglong Mountains, they carried away the most valuable monster materials. Arriving at Kur Town as night fell, they found the Elliot Merchant Guild and exchanged some money. Before leaving, they said to Nataya Elliot, who was disguised as a man using a disguise magic stone, "Believe it or not, your brother is going to kill you. In ten... uh, what was it again?"
Broly realized he hadn't remembered the exact number of days, so he didn't care how many days it was and continued to tell the other person: "In short, your brother's assassins will come to kill you, and you will be lucky enough to survive. But then you will be captured by slave traders. Just when you think your family will redeem you, your brother will have the slave traders sell you to your family's rivals, making you a slave for the rest of your life and suffer torture."
"ah?!"
Nataya's mouth dropped open.
"What nonsense are you spouting?!"
The manager of the merchant guild glared at him.
"I only told you this because you treated me to dinner last time. Okay, bye-bye!"
Broly took off again, leaving a group of people dumbfounded.
"Bang bang bang..."
That night, many cities in the Kingdom of Wanglong were attacked by unknown magic.
Fortunately, it wasn't too serious; only some unfortunate nobles and slave traders were killed.
Broly couldn't remember all the people he had killed, but whenever he passed through cities he had visited before and recalled unpleasant experiences, he would unceremoniously throw energy blasts at places he had attacked before.
After dawn, he arrived in a new city and began to repeat the process of meeting the king that he had done before returning to the starting point.
A few days later, the halfling adventurer who was promoted to S-rank the fastest and the strange person who made the request reappeared in this new world.
Broly continued his quest to find a conquest target, but what puzzled him was that the god who had approached him in his dreams on the first night before seemed completely indifferent to him this time. Broly guessed that this might be related to the fact that he hadn't slept on the first night.
It seems I've missed out on something truly divine.
Broly was a little saddened after realizing this, but he quickly rallied.
Finding your destined love interest is the most important thing; even gods and humans who no longer have friends should think this way!
Without the guidance of gods and men, Broly no longer needed to meet with all sorts of random people, and he was able to meet the king much faster.
Similarly, without the anxiety of being sold between gods and men, Broly's situation of going from meeting the king to meeting the dead did not occur.
Although he killed quite a few people, everyone assumed that the energy bombs falling from the sky were an attack launched by some kind of monster passing over the city, and no one associated it with him.
Therefore, no one wanted to deal with him.
"Hey, you, you're the legendary King Jian, aren't you!"
Time flew by. As Broly inspected the various cities and was about to arrive at Latakia, the capital of the Dragon King Kingdom, he encountered a group of acquaintances on the road.
Calling them acquaintances isn't quite right. To be precise, they were a group of people he had killed last time. The one whose name was... well, okay, Broly didn't remember the name anyway. He was just a lowly fighter who tried to stab him with a sword, but this time he stood in his way.
"It's me, what's wrong?"
"My name is Sean Kroda, and I'm on the path to becoming a Sword Emperor. I've heard you're quite powerful, having completed an S-rank mission to defeat a Crimson Dragon, right?"
"It seems like that's the case. What's wrong?"
"Come and have a match with me."
"Mr. Sean, isn't it inappropriate for you to challenge such a strong opponent so casually?"
The Water God Sword Saint, who had failed in his attempt to buy time for his subordinates by covering their retreat last time, was now offering words of advice from the sidelines.
At the same time, his gaze toward Broly carried a hint of apology.
"Ha, such a powerful expert! How could I let this opportunity to spar with him pass me by? Perhaps, during the fight, I'll gain some insights and successfully break through to become a Sword Emperor!"
Sean Clauda ignored his companions' advice and insisted on challenging Broly to a duel.
"I'm not interested in fighting."
However, Broly only said that one sentence before walking past the two of them.
This time, there's no need to kill them.
"Hey, wait a minute, are you looking down on me, or are you scared?"
"Mr. Sean, please don't provoke us. They don't want to fight you anymore."
"Ha, I knew it, halflings are a bunch of spineless cowards..."
Broly stopped in his tracks.
"What's wrong? Finally, you're willing to fight me?"
As the boy in the black cloak turned around and walked up to him, Sean Croda was eager to try.
"I'm not a halfling, but I suspect you practice the Northern God Style, because only Northern God Style guys always spout nonsense."
"But it's very effective, isn't it!?"
The young man gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"How much?"
Broly asked.
"What?"
Sean was somewhat puzzled.
"You're not going to let me fight you for free, are you?"
Broly looked at the person in front of him with a surprised expression.
"Heh, I see. If you can beat me, then this sword of mine, worth 120 King Dragon Gold Coins, is yours. Of course, that possibility is absolutely nonexistent."
"120 King Dragon Gold Coins is roughly equivalent to the reward for four to six S-rank missions, right? Okay, I accept your request and will give you some guidance so you can truly realize your shortcomings."
Broly stood opposite the man.
Where is your weapon?
Pushing aside his Water Saint companion and preparing for a sparring match, Sean Kroda asked.
"Do I need weapons to deal with you?"
Broly asked in surprise.
"You're incredibly arrogant! I'll make you pay for underestimating me!"
The battle began, lasted for ten seconds, and then ended.
"I've taken your sword. Remember not to provoke people recklessly in the future; that's your weakness."
Broly said those words and turned to leave.
"Yes, I have learned a great deal."
The young man, his face bruised and swollen, gave a muffled reply.
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"Mr. Sean, are you alright?!"
The Water Saint Swordsman rushed over and helped the other person up.
"That person who met Lord Wang is probably a true Emperor-level expert."
"That's what Sean Cloda said after being helped up."
"Perhaps we can secure an Emperor-level expert for Her Highness the Princess."
"Don't speak, I'll take you back to treat your injuries."
Meeting the acquaintance from last time was just a minor incident. After Broly entered Tarakia, the capital of the Dragon King Kingdom, he went directly to the Adventurers' Guild there to post a request to meet someone.
However, this was, after all, the capital of a country, and quite prosperous. The five copper coins he offered as a greeting fee were not enough to attract many people, so he increased it to twenty.
"As expected of Lord Wang, he is indeed very generous."
The receptionist at the Adventurers' Guild praised him and then asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with? For example, would you like to take on some high-paying S-rank quests?"
Are there any shops around here that buy and sell equipment?
"There's a dwarf blacksmith shop on Duer Street in the South City. Their purchase price is quite fair."
"Okay, I got it. Also, are there any good restaurants around here that you'd recommend?"
Broly nodded and then asked again.
"As for restaurants, if you, Lord Wang, can accept the flavors of food from the Demon Continent, there is one nearby."
The guild receptionist in front of me, who came from the Demon Continent and had three fleshy mounds on her chest, did offer some recommendations.
"Thanks."
Broly thanked him and flicked a silver coin over as a tip.
He first went to the blacksmith's shop to sell the longsword that someone had given him on the way.
"Wow, this is indeed a fine sword. Sir, are you sure you want to sell it?"
A dwarf blacksmith with a reddish-brown beard examined the longsword and then asked.
Good weapons are extremely precious to soldiers; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they're as valuable as wives.
"certainly."
Broly nodded; after all, he didn't need it.
"Then, I can offer this amount."
The old blacksmith held up one index finger.
"One thousand Dragon King coins?"
"Pfft, cough cough, how is this possible? It's one hundred King Dragon Gold Coins."
"But the owner of this sword told me it was worth 120 Wanglong gold coins."
"If it were new, it would definitely be worth this price, but this sword has quite a bit of wear and tear. Although it has been well maintained, it will still be discounted."
The old dwarf blacksmith explained.
"Of course, if you're not in a hurry for the money, you can consign it at our blacksmith shop, and you might get a higher price that way."
Is Broly short of money? Not at all. Although he spends a lot of money lavishly, he is also very good at making money. After posting a meeting commission and paying a large commission fee, he still has 30 King Dragon Gold Coins in his pocket.
"Alright, since this place is quite big, and it would take some time to see most of the women in the city, I'll just consign it here for now. If no one buys it when I leave, I'll sell it back to you, is that alright?"
The old dwarf blacksmith nodded.
After taking the consignment book and leaving the blacksmith shop, Broly followed the road signs to the restaurant recommended to him by the Adventurers' Guild receptionist.
The restaurant's name is rather intriguing, called the Death Restaurant, and its decor has a touch of hellish cruelty, with various monster skeletons hanging conspicuously at the entrance, making it seem like a shop that normal people wouldn't easily enter.
Is anyone there?
Broly didn't seem to notice anything and simply pushed open the door made of bones and went inside.
"Welcome!"
A man who looked like a skeleton came out to greet them, and he was holding a bloodstained kitchen knife.
What good food do you have at your restaurant?
Faced with a man who was suspicious enough, Broly asked directly.
"We have Death Stew, Death Spicy Stir-fry, Death Grilled Hell..."
"Wait, are you saying the name of a dish?"
Before the skeletal man could finish speaking, Broly interrupted him and asked a question.
"Yes."
The skeletal-looking man nodded.
"So, what I'm actually eating is a dish made from ingredients called 'Death' using different cooking methods?"
Broly was a little curious; just from the name, he couldn't guess what kind of food it was.
"No, I am the chef, and I am Death."
Randolph explained.
Broly: "..."
This strange Death God Restaurant reminded him of the restaurant in Scarlet Devil Village; they were quite similar.
"Guest, are you still eating here?"
Randolph had already given up hope.
"Uh, I'll have one of each of their signature dishes."
"Huh?"
Randolph was somewhat taken aback, but after he came to his senses, a chilling smile appeared on his skeletal face.
"Okay, sir, I'll go prepare your meal right away."
(End of this chapter)