Chapter 368: Super Special Training, Hell’s Kitchen (2/2)
“You can take it that way,” Kennedy replied with a nod after a short pause. It seemed like he could not think of another way to explain.
“I should have eaten more in the past?” Ayrin spoke in a remorseful manner. “In the past, I would starve myself to use my dreams of food to drive myself to train harder.”
“I already heard about this during my earlier conversation with Liszt and Ciaran. But fortunately, your decision to do so was actually correct.”
Kennedy’s face was full of praise, masking the strange, fanatical glint which flashed through his eyes as he said, “It’s good that you did not eat too much junk. Just think about it. There’s no way that the muscles and flesh created from eating junk would be the same as that created from eating good food. Furthermore, you kept your body in an extremely hungry state, so even though you were eating all that junk, your body was processing it more efficiently, allowing you to integrate more of the useful nutrients and less of the unnecessary ones.”
“I understand!” Ayrin shouted excitedly as if he had suddenly seen the light. “What you mean, Professor Kennedy, is that my body’s foundation is still incomplete, and that by eating the things you give me, I will be able to complete it, allowing me to gain greater strength.”
“It is a profound field of knowledge. But if one were to describe it simply, then yes.” A look of satisfaction appeared on Kennedy’s face.
“It’s actually just eating? And eating delicacies at that?” Stingham’s eyes widened as he quickly snuck beside Liszt and Ciaran and tugged their sleeves as he whispered, “Teacher Liszt, Teacher Ciaran. I’m also always hungry. My body must also be incomplete. Can I also eat some good food?”
“We originally brought you here to see if we would be able to get you some food as well…” Liszt replied in a sympathetic manner, “But you and Professor Kennedy just don’t seem to have any fate between you. Furthermore, you have provoked him several times. I don’t think it will be possible anymore.”
“……” Tears streamed down Stingham’s face.
“Let’s start the special training then, Professor Kennedy!” Ayrin shouted excitedly.
“We can start right away. But first, let me open the eyes of this little idiot so that he won’t call me a chef again!”
Kennedy replied as his gaze landed on Stingham once more. “After all, my first laboratory, Hell’s Kitchen, is right before us. I hope it widens your horizons!”
“Your laboratory is called Hell’s Kitchen. What are you, if not a chef?” Stingham cried out in his mind.
Kennedy pushed open an unusually heavy looking black door.
Stingham’s pupils trembled.
The room before him was covered with raging flames.
The vast majority of them were black and radiated an unusual amount of heat.
Within many of these flames were strange crystal jars which held objects reminiscent of monster parts and other oddities.
In the very center of the room, atop a large and long narrow table, was an enormous head
The head was over two meters long and its open maw was still covered with blood, giving off the impression that it was about to swallow them whole.
“Is that the skull of a Black Hell Dragon?!”
Ayrin asked excitedly, “Can I eat it?”
Ayrin salivated as he looked at the completely black head before him, which looked like a dragon’s head. He had wanted to taste dragon meat since a long time ago.
“How could the head of a Black Hell Dragon compare to this?”
A scornful look appeared on Kennedy’s face as he said, “The head of a Black Hell Dragon doesn’t contain any nutrients whatsoever. What you have before you is the head of an Abyssal Monarch! Look carefully. Can you see how it combines the features of a wolf, dragon, and bat, but is distinct from all three? The head of an Abyssal Monarch contains a lot of meat, and is rich with the various elements required for strengthening the body. If a seventy year old man ate a piece of its meat, he might even think about taking another wife…”
“Cough cough cough…” Sensing that Kennedy’s words were becoming inappropriate for the children, Liszt began coughing.
“It must taste amazing!”
Ayrin’s stomach rumbled as saliva drooled from the corner of his mouth.
“You are willing to eat something as hideous as this?” Stingham’s face was green with disgust. Even if he was given a piece, he would not eat it.
“You have good taste!” Kennedy shouted as he saw Ayrin’s drooling appearance. As if he had met a fellow connoisseur, he excitedly added, “In a moment, we will start with the head. I’ll use it to make you a nice soup!”
Ayrin nodded vigorously.
Afterwards, as his gaze swept across all the jars placed amidst the flames, he couldn’t help but ask, “Professor Kennedy, do those containers also contain delicious foods?”
“Correct!” Kennedy replied proudly. “Contained within those jars are the rare ingredients which I have spent decades collecting from the Hell Abyss. Each of my thirteen labs contain rare ingredients from different places.”
“Decades?” Stingham almost tripped over his feet as he shouted, “Haven’t they expired?”
“Get the f*ck out of my laboratory!” Kennedy roared, his voice like thunder. “Do you think I am an idiot like you?! Do you think I am spending so much energy and time keeping these black hellflames burning just for show?!”