GUARDIAN OF THE MARVEL REALM

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The two ceremonies beside her were similar in appearance. The kimono, which was initially a bit loose, slipped slightly, revealing a delicate collarbone. Even the lazy, noble posture of Erina Nakiri, who looked straight ahead, seemed to take on a slight blush, coloring her cheeks with a soft crimson hue.

In the eyes of girls, the two ceremonies did indeed appear more like a young man than a neutral beauty.

Unexpectedly, the setting of the frayed skirt during the halberd competition had truly become a determining factor.

If given the chance to summon the chefs of the little heads, wouldn't he be able to eat some luminous delicacies?

"This is no longer a comparison."

Nagiri Erina crossed her arms, her posture one of a noble chef. From the expression on the eater's face, it was clear that what Shen He had prepared was truly just ordinary food in comparison.

"Indeed," Jeanne said with a slight embarrassed look, sticking out her tongue. "Erina's dishes are more delicious."

Whether in terms of ingredients, taste, or the entire atmosphere of the meal, Shen He was clearly outclassed. The Holy Saint had never tasted something so exquisite before.

The two ceremonies hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Nagiri Erina's dishes are definitely more delicious."

A smile spread across Nagiri Erina's face, her joy evident in her expression. Compared to Jeanne, hearing this from the two ceremonies made her heart swell. This was the one who had initially looked down on her, after all.

As a chef, nothing was more satisfying than conquering others with the art of food.

"No way." Shen He could only spread her hands in a gesture of mock defeat.

After all, the other party was a genius girl chef from the world of halberds. From the start, Shen He hadn't expected her food to surpass Erina's.

"In that case, these kitchen utensils belong to me." Nagiri Erina took a deep breath, suppressing her excitement. "With these legendary kitchen tools and ingredients from another world, I'm confident I can truly rise to the top of Totsuki Academy, surpassing even that person!"

"Did you forget about my little princess?" Shen He interrupted Erina's speculation with a smile. "Is there another judge here?"

"What!?" Nagiri Erina's eyes widened in shock.

It was only then that she realized that at the table of the last little girl, the caviar she made had barely been touched, while Shen He's cream cake was nearly gone.

"Violet," Shen He said as she walked over, gently lifting Violet into her lap. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the cream from Violet's face, asking with a smile, "Which one is better? Which one do you like?"

"Cream cake." Violet pointed to Shen He's creation almost without hesitation.

Nagiri Erina's chest rose and fell with anger, indicating her frustration.

In a halberd competition, it's not uncommon to blow a black whistle, but it must be done based on the food itself. Even the referee must provide a convincing reason for their choice. Yet now, even an ordinary person could clearly see the gap between the cakes made by Shen He and the dishes Erina had prepared.

This was a direct black whistle—a defilement of the sacred halberd competition!

"Reason?" Nagiri Erina bit her lip, her eyes reddening slightly.

She had already resolved that Shen He was going to shame her. As the eldest daughter of the Nakiri family, this was the first time she had ever encountered such a situation.

"Although I set this up, I'm not shameless," Shen He said, holding Violet in her arms and affectionately pinching the little girl's cheek. "Violet, why do you think my cream cake tastes better?"

"I don't know why," Violet replied with a confused look. She then tilted her head thoughtfully. "But if 'delicious' means something I want to eat, then I want to eat the cream cake even more. Because, Violet, it's the first time I understand that there are foods that taste this good, and I think this is the most delicious food in the world."

"...What is this?" Nagiri Erina looked completely lost.

How could something like a cake be considered the most delicious food in the world, something so mundane that even ordinary people eat?

"Isn't this clear?" Shen He squinted slightly. "You've been eating delicacies from around the world since you were a child, but Violet… she's spent her early years drinking blood on the battlefield like a beast. The first time I gave her normal food was butter cake. Can you even imagine that?"

The concept of drinking blood for survival... was a horrifying term for a chef.

To a chef, cooking wasn't just about sustenance; it was about joy, about experience. Drinking blood in a savage world meant only survival, not enjoyment. Erina Nakiri, who had always been surrounded by luxurious meals, found it hard to imagine Violet, with her princess-like appearance, ever having to live such a life.

Shen He waved her hand and the kitchen counters around them disappeared, returning to their original state. She then took the last plate of caviar and sampled it herself. It was indeed a top-tier treat.

But then...

"Nagiri Erina."

Shen He called out her name, and the eldest daughter, still somewhat dazed, looked up at her reflexively.

"I do have some understanding of you. With the Tongue of God, you define food purely as a taste experience, right? But for us ordinary people, food has an emotional value too. It's about the comfort of familiarity—the warmth of a mother's family dinner or the love that's put into the food prepared by a significant other. That's the cooking we enjoy."

By the time she finished this long sentence, Shen He had already finished the plate of caviar.

Lips and teeth leave fragrance, the aftertaste lingering endlessly.

After devouring such a delicacy, it felt as if everything she had eaten before paled in comparison. It was clear now—this cook must be kept, no matter what.

Violet, noticing Shen He's desire for more, offered her own portion of the caviar, the delicacy she had only just tasted.

"Master, Violet is full," she said, her tone playful.

"Delicious," Shen He responded, unable to resist the urge to kiss the little girl on her cheek.

It was impossible not to feel moved by such a display of devotion in front of this food.

"Didn't you notice there's oil on your lips?" The Two Rituals glanced at Shen He with a slight smirk, wiping Violet's cheek with her sleeve. She shook her head at the two giggling girls before turning her attention back to the scene before her.

Meanwhile, Jeanne stared longingly at the plate in Shen He's hands, her hunger almost palpable. She, too, wished for more.

"…." Nakiri Erina stood frozen, observing the interaction. Her mind wandered back to the first truly delicious meal she had as a child—the one her grandfather had prepared for her. Even after tasting the finest of delicacies from all over, she had never encountered a dish that evoked that same feeling.

"I lost," she muttered, biting her lip in reluctant admission.

The halberd was sacred in its competition; defeat meant accepting the loss.

Erina's surrender left Shen He slightly surprised. She had walked into the challenge unaware, and originally intended only to teach this girl a lesson—but now, there were more opportunities to train her.

It seemed, however, that she had misjudged the skills of this lady chef.

"Now, you are the cook of our house," Shen He said, gesturing broadly. "This kitchen is yours, including the utensils. Use them however you see fit."

"Really, really!?" Nakiri Erina's eyes widened, shocked by the sudden offer.

Wait, didn't this mean she had won?

"Of course, there's no one else who cooks here," Shen He added with a smirk. "Except my little princess, no one thinks I cook better than you. Plus, you can make butter cakes. Well, they're not bad at all. By the way, I'll give you a little boost to your body. Consider it a job perk. Next time we go to another world, you'll be picking the ingredients."

Before she could react, Erina felt a warm flow inside her. It wasn't immediately noticeable, but her five senses became incredibly sharp. She could even make out the veins on a leaf and the smallest details of her surroundings, including her sense of taste—the legendary "God Tongue" sensation.

Without a second thought, she rushed to the table, eager to verify her suspicions.

Just as she did, Shen He, now feeding the last bit of caviar to Joan, shamelessly licked the plate clean.

Erina's mouth fell open in disbelief, but she couldn't resist the urge to test her newfound abilities. She scooped a spoonful of cream cake and brought it to her mouth.

Her face immediately contorted in disgust.

"Bah! Bah!" She spat out, taking a sip of water to clear the taste. "This… the flour and eggs aren't mixed evenly! The yeast powder is all wrong! The cream… and strawberries! This is like… nightmare water! You made this for your daughter to eat? This is child abuse!"

Shen He's lips twitched. The cake she had made was, in fact, the best he had ever crafted.

"I can't believe I lost to such a terrible dish," Erina muttered, though her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Her God Tongue had indeed become even more sensitive, and with the help of the legendary kitchen utensils and ingredients from other worlds, her future as a chef seemed limitless.

"This trip to another world has changed everything for me," she thought, already considering the vast potential ahead.

"Violet… wait a moment." Erina rolled up her sleeves, determination flashing in her eyes. She strode to the kitchen, a confident smile crossing her face. "I'll make a real cake now…"

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At Shen He's castle, the addition of new servants brought a lively atmosphere. No extra travel cards had been used to invite outsiders, not even anyone from the Marvel world. Instead, the followers gathered for a small, intimate welcome party. Of course, the food at the party was all prepared by the new chef.

Though Erina was a little annoyed at being reduced to a regular cook, she had no choice but to get serious about cooking after losing the halberd. Even the famed kitchen utensils could only be used within the castle, and her competitive nature couldn't let that slide.

At the dinner table, introductions were made. The followers exchanged glances, surprised by the odd, non-human beings that had gathered.

Superpowers, heroic spirits, death's eyes, royal commands—Erina Nakiri's world was being utterly upended. Her three views were being shattered by what she witnessed.

She wasn't alone in her shock.

"I didn't expect… food like this," one of the guests muttered, eyeing a steak as if it were a dangerous adversary.

"Super, super delicious!" Misaka Mikoto and Misaka Mikoto Alter were devouring their plates with abandon.

"Please let me take some back," even Qi Mu Nanxiong said, completely charmed by the sweets.

With the legendary kitchen utensils and ingredients from other worlds, the dishes were unlike anything they had ever imagined. Shen He had even begun considering a new business venture. Nakiri Erina's culinary expertise could very well dominate the catering industry of the Marvel world.

Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation—these were the pillars of every world.

"It's great to summon you," Shen He remarked, patting Erina on the shoulder. "The only regret is… your clothes didn't quite burst off the way I imagined. At most, they just slipped a bit. But hey, that's still a rare sight."

In the end, Nakiri Erina appeared to have been somewhat 'electrocuted' by the attention. She quickly hid behind Joan, her expression wary as she stared at Shen He.

"Betting only involved cooking, remember? Nothing else," she warned him sharply.

Shen He could only stand there, speechless. "I feel like I'll never be able to clean up after myself."

Joan rolled her eyes at him. "What did you expect? Taking care of everyone like that?"

"What? Master did something like that?" Some of the followers reacted in shock.

"Master is too much," another muttered.

"Erina, don't worry. The Master can't beat us," they reassured her.

Shen He sighed in resignation. It wasn't hard to see why Nakiri Erina had become the most popular figure among the followers so quickly. Her status as the world's top chef seemed to have earned her universal admiration.

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After this day, Shen He fully understood the benefits of having a chef around. With Erina's full immersion in cooking training, she spent the majority of her time in the castle's kitchen. Shen He often asked her about her family, though she skillfully used her "retreat to develop new dishes" excuse.

Everyone, including Shen He, eagerly awaited the next meal.

Even those from other worlds regularly joined for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, eager to sample the dishes. The practice work often led to others sneakily taking portions, as Erina's creations were irresistible.

It was clear that without her enhanced physical abilities, Erina would have been completely overwhelmed by the demand.

Shen He found it impossible to stay away from the delightful eldest daughter. So, when she approached him, asking to collect ingredients from other worlds, he agreed without hesitation.

"There are only two worlds with truly different ingredients from Earth," he explained. "One is a barren, mutated version of Earth. The other is a world filled with gods—perfect for food exploration. Maybe I can ask if the God of Food has ever visited."

The world of dungeons, with its diverse species and rich civilizations, was a prime source of culinary discovery. And soon, they would venture there.

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