The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

[Ashes Descends] showed off an answer: "Hotpot!"

Facing the skeptical looks of everyone, he slapped the table, and the Soul Fire flickered in his skull.

"Hell Dwarves and goblins have different tastes, different spending levels. Trying to get them to sit and eat together, why not just... use a big pot and let them cook their own stuff?"

This was an idea that came to him in a flash.

In Hell, oil isn't very expensive; the pricey part is the spices.

But there's a solution for that too, which is to bring them over from the Great Graveyard.

[Greedy Sword God] and [Tomb Chef God] were slightly taken aback upon hearing this, their expressions varied.

"You mean..."

"Hot, hotpot?!"

"Exactly!" [Ashes Descends] smiled confidently, eyes shining, "To be precise, it's a street hotpot! I wandered around the market for two days and didn't see anything similar. If we do it, it'll surely be a hit!"

"But... your thing here doesn't have much technical content, it's not even as good as my skewers!" [Tomb Chef God] scratched his head, baffled, "If we make it big, won't the nearby taverns just copy us in no time."

"Look at you, starting a business and afraid of being copied?" [Ashes Descends] gave him a disdainful look, "It's always the hotpot stalls that sell beer, have you ever seen a tavern selling hotpot?"

Taverns selling barbecue is normal, but adding hotpot in there is not that simple. From the atmosphere of the tavern to the entire supply chain of ingredients, everything would undergo huge changes. Whether it flops or not is a different story.

Sometimes, doing subtraction is more important than addition.

Of course, if they directly transform into a hotpot restaurant, that's another matter entirely.

But by that time, it would be those guys entering their lane to compete, and they have the confidence to capture the market with their first-mover advantage!

[Tomb Chef God] looked at him in shock, the skeleton mouth unconsciously opening.

[Greedy Sword God] had a gleam in his eyes and slapped his thigh moments later.

"Holy crap! How did I forget this thing?!"

[Ashes Descends] chuckled.

"It's not too late to remember now! Let's all do it together! Get big and strong!"

"Yeah!!!" [Greedy Sword God] nodded excitedly, clenching his fist, "Let's call it Northwest Hotpot!"

"That name isn't very special, lacks the Great Graveyard touch." [Tomb Chef God] shook his head, "Let's call it Great Graveyard Hotpot instead."

"The name's too long!"

"Damn, why is it so troublesome! Let's just start the business! I'll go to the factory to order equipment first!" [Greedy Sword God] stood up with a clatter, his skeleton shaking with a ding-ding-Guangguang sound as he headed out the door.

"Wait a moment... The name indeed can't be sloppy, brand effect is also part of the competitiveness, and we'll have our logo printed on the pots! So, for now, hold on," [Ashes Descends] calmly pulled him back, pondering momentarily, his Soul Fire sparked again, "Got it!"

With that, Ashes Descends wrote down three big characters on the paper, and randomly sketched an abstract trademark.

The two players leaned in, their Soul Fire nearly extinguished.

Goodness gracious—

What on earth is "Tomb Dip"?!

"Ghosts would eat here!"

"Exactly!"

[Ashes Descends] coughed.

"This is our unique feature... Trust me, if they mind, they would've left upon seeing us as Undead, and wouldn't even look at your trademark. Those who come into our shop to spend don't care about this stuff, got it?"

The standards for deliciousness are different; they can't please all the residents of Black Storm. Excelling at what they're good at is the most important, whether they succeed or not is up to fate—or the blasted planner.

This is [Ashes Descends]' life philosophy.

Seeing his stubborn demeanor, the other two, although hopeless, still followed his lead.

After all, they've already failed once, so what's the reason to stop someone who hasn't from testing the waters?

Even if they lose, it's just back to square one. At worst, when the Joss Paper runs out, they can all go do missions together to earn back the losses.

And just like that, under the strong push of brother Ashes, the first "Tomb Dip" in Black Wind Castle was officially born!

On the first day of the hotpot stall's official opening, the three stood anxiously yet expectantly, placing openwork tables in front of the stall, setting up charcoal stoves underneath, and then placing pot after pot on top.

These pots were divided into four types: pure spicy, double-flavor, bone broth, and clear water, corresponding to four different price levels.

The broth started bubbling, the spicy aroma permeated the air, quickly attracting the foodies of Black Wind Castle, who gathered around this peculiar dining style.

"Why is it you guys again?" A Hell Dwarf with a head like a braised egg came over, looking warily at the undead owner behind the stall, muttering, "What tricks are you trying this time?"

Initially, seeing it's an undead-run stall, he already flagged it as a risk, but the enticing spicy aroma was just too tempting, and his legs didn't listen, dragging him over by the nose.

"Again? Sir, this is our first meeting, I can swear to the Lord Demon King." [Greedy Sword God], responsible for welcoming guests, grinned, pretending not to recognize the guy.

Actually, he's not wrong; he's face-blind, truly unable to identify what breed this braised egg is.

The Hell Dwarf, seeing he even swore to the Demon King, said nothing more and proceeded to ask about the prices.

"How much?"

[Greedy Sword God] cheekily pointed to the side.

"Spicy pot one hundred Kela, double-flavor pot eighty, clear soup twenty Kela, water five Kela, depends on what you want. Of course, for a Dwarf brother like yourself whose ancestors could drink lava, I would recommend the most expensive tier, as only the spice that matches lava is worthy of your esteemed Hell Dwarf status!"