Toriko: Gourmet Chat Group

"It's no good."

"Even the Amethyst Dumpling Wrapper didn't work."

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Kenji looked at the failed dish. The Hour of Judgment was just too overpowered. No ingredient could withstand it; everything was either instantly corroded or assimilated by it.

"Kenji, maybe we should just give up. This thing probably can't be eaten," Atashino said with a forced smile. Just looking at The Hour of Judgment told you its danger level was extremely high. Eating it carried the risk of a one-way trip to the Soul World.

"Forget it. I'll just use it as a weapon." Kenji gave up too. There was simply no way to disguise this thing.

"Kenji, who made this?" Atashino asked curiously. There were plenty of people who could make bad-tasting food, but to make something this lethal was truly rare.

"A country bumpkin with the face of a married woman who can't cook."

Atashino couldn't connect the image of a "married woman's face" with "can't cook." This strange, bubbling purple soup had a powerful visual impact. One look and you knew you'd die if you ate it.

"It's incredible, isn't it? I couldn't believe it at first either," Kenji said with a sigh. A Raiden Mei face, a rice-cooker wife archetype, the same surname... yet Raiden Ei couldn't cook. The dishes she made were something even the gods wouldn't dare to eat. Raiden Makoto, on the other hand, was an excellent cook. The martial prowess went to the younger sister, while the clever mind and culinary skills went to the older sister.

"Is that other one the same?" Atashino looked towards another plate. On it was a black, charcoal-like object that looked like a lump of coal. It was impossible to tell what ingredients had been used to make it.

"More or less." That was a dish made by Dr. MEI, sent over by Elysia. Even Elysia hadn't expected MEI's cooking to be so bad. One could only say that Kevin was truly blessed.

"Unbelievable," was all Atashino could say. To cook to this extent... she could only call them unbelievable. "This can be classified as a bioweapon."

[Star Forger]: Hoshi, open up! Your foster father is here to deliver some warmth!

[Galactic Baseballer]: Foster father is coming? Got it.

The little raccoon crawled out of her cardboard box. This was her bed. Although her room was large, it had never been furnished. Besides, if she could sleep in a trash can, a mere cardboard box was no big deal. A cardboard box gave you a great sense of security, you know? Her little brother's room, on the other hand, was very well-decorated and even had a basketball.

"Himeko?"

When Stelle saw the red-haired woman step out of the spatial portal, she rubbed her eyes. Since when did Himeko (Mom) go to her foster father's world?

"My name is Himeko, but I'm not the Himeko you know," Murata Himeko said with a smile. She had learned from Kenji that the Himeko of this world had achieved her dream of soaring through a sea of stars and exploring the mysteries of the universe.

Stelle nodded and led the two of them to meet Himeko and the others.

"Well this is... would you like a cup of coffee?" Himeko looked at Murata Himeko and, with a smile, offered her a cup.

Welt looked at the two Himekos, his expression extremely complicated. He could view Bronya and the others as counterparts, but this Himeko... this was the Himeko he knew. The Honkai had well and truly followed him here. Oh well, he was used to it now. Even if he met other familiar faces, he would remain calm.

March 7th and the others said nothing. They wanted to see if the other Himeko could handle this coffee.

"Pfft—cough, cough..."

Murata Himeko took a sip and immediately choked. It wasn't that she had never drunk coffee before, but this viscosity, and this indescribable taste... how was this even brewed?

Alright, it seemed that not every Himeko's hobbies were the same.

"Sorry, I prefer alcohol now," Murata Himeko said, putting the coffee aside. The feeling of it coating her throat was truly unpleasant. Compared to this coffee, the liquor from the Bacchus Islands was much better. After she met with Kiana and the others, she could consider buying a small island near the Bacchus Islands to live on.

"Alcohol?" Himeko hadn't expected her other self to like that.

"Should I call you Mr. Welt, or Sovereign of Anti-Entropy?" Murata Himeko asked, looking at Welt. Good heavens, what was Theresa thinking? The Sovereign of Anti-Entropy was undercover at St. Freya Academy and she didn't even know.

"Just call me Welt," he said with a smile. His time undercover (on vacation) at St. Freya Academy had been very relaxing.

"Found it."

Kenji opened his eyes. He had confirmed the time and space of Himeko's world. With the power of time, he could ensure he wouldn't arrive at the wrong point.

"Hoshi, if you run into trouble in the future, don't be afraid. We group members will help you out." Kenji was referring to the troubles the Trailblazer would face on the Xianzhou.

"At worst, just ram the Astral Express into them." Just because the Aeon of Trailblaze was gone didn't mean the Astral Express was a pushover. It could certainly try to ram through the Xianzhou. Besides, the strongest Emanator of Trailblaze was still alive.

Hearing that the Astral Express was going to ram the Xianzhou, Aha, who had never done that before, thought it was a great idea and might even give the Express a power-up. Go on, ram it!

"You can't do that! The Astral Express isn't for that kind of thing, pom!" Pom-Pom couldn't help but say.

Everyone understood. Pom-Pom, you didn't say it was impossible. If the Nameless on the train were really bullied, Pom-Pom would probably slam the accelerator to the floor and let Akivili sort it out.

"Don't worry, I have a hidden energy source on my back," Stelle said, pulling the Stellaron out from behind her.

"Hey, hey! Don't just pull out the Stellaron like that!" March 7th chided. Whether there was an Emanator around or not, no faction wanted to see a Stellaron wandering around on their turf. It made people too nervous.

"Himeko and I are leaving now. We'll bring you home next time, Old Yang."

Kenji and Himeko vanished from the carriage.

"The Astral Express is not a tourist attraction, pom!" Pom-Pom said, feeling exhausted. Do people not need the conductor's permission to enter and exit the train anymore?

Welt's expression was a little emotional. He had been away for so long, and he was very worried about the situation back on Earth. But then, thinking of Tesla's temper, he figured he'd probably be fine when he got back... right?

"Jyejyejye..."

A strange laugh flashed through the universe and was gone.

Earth, Arc City.

"It's been four months already."

Himeko checked the calendar. Four months had passed since she had fallen into the Sea of Quanta.

"Deathly Eremites and Chariot-class Honkai beasts... has Arc City also been affected by the Honkai?"

Himeko saw ordinary people being cornered not far away. She gripped the God-Shattering Sword in her hand. Her sense of responsibility wouldn't let her stand by and do nothing.

"Wait a minute, someone's already making a move," Kenji said, stopping Himeko.

Himeko looked up.

"Neko Charm!"

A giant cat paw descended from the sky, taking care of the Deathly Eremites in a few swift moves.

"Hurry up and go," a girl in a hooded sweatshirt said.

The mother and son who had been rescued thanked her and quickly left.

"Grrr..."

The sound of a stomach rumbling was particularly loud in the quiet night. The girl clutched her stomach. She was running out of energy. She hadn't had a full meal in a long time.

"Want a bite?"

A hamburger suddenly appeared in front of the girl.

A familiar voice sounded in her ear. The girl's body trembled. She slowly raised her head, revealing a pretty face that was broken and weary. White hair, blue eyes, a long braid.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Himeko looked at Kiana with a gentle gaze, saying no more.

"Auntie... Himeko..." Kiana's voice was hoarse, and a mist formed in her blue eyes. Am I so tired that I'm seeing things?

Drip—

Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving shining trails. The voice, the face... they were still there.

Kiana threw herself into Himeko's arms, sobbing, her body trembling slightly. Even if this was a hallucination, she had really wanted to see Himeko one more time. There were so many things she still wanted to say to her.

It's not a hallucination.

Fu Hua's consciousness frowned. The fluctuation of consciousness was indeed Himeko's, but under those circumstances, how had she survived?

Himeko's inner thought: Kids, I won the revival match.

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