Chapter 39 (1/2)

Smith Jr. groaned as he lumbered out of bed. Thanks to the nonstop training supervised by Tutor Golem 3000, he didn’t even remember falling asleep. As usual, Smith Jr. wiped his face with a wet towel and tidied his chef robe which he had spent the night wearing. He opened the door to his room, and to his surprise, there was another door in front of him, across the little walkway. That door hadn’t been there yesterday. Had the system performed another remodeling? It was probably another room to torture him in.

Smith Jr. sighed and exited his room, closing the door behind him. He might as well figure out what new feature had been installed in the restaurant this time. He grasped the handle of the door across from him and turned it. Instead of slowly peeling off the bandage, Smith Jr. was the type to rip it off his skin. He shoved the door open, throwing caution to the wind. A woman shrieked, and Smith Jr.’s face flushed bright red. There was a half-dressed woman attempting to cover herself. “Pervert! Get out!”

Smith Jr. shut the door faster than he pushed it open. What the hell was going on now? A second room had been added to the restaurant, and a beautiful woman was staying inside of it. Smith Jr. looked up at the ceiling. “System?” He didn’t think he had to finish asking the question, believing his tone was enough for the system to understand what he wanted to know.

[The user is just as perverted as the owner! I can’t believe Blagora left me here with someone so…!]

[Tsk. Your user’s just as slow as you are. What kind of person doesn’t lock their door when they’re changing? Don’t blame it on my user.]

Smith Jr. cleared his throat. From the few messages he had seen—the ones that he pretended to not see—he knew the system owner was an actual person, maybe a high-level personage of some sect. According to these new messages, it seemed like the system owner found someone else who also ran systems, and the two came to an agreement. What the agreement entailed, he had no idea, and it wasn’t his place to find out. Smith Jr. pretended not to know a thing, but unfortunately for him, the lady he had just peeped on wasn’t as demure. The door flew open, and a red-faced woman dressed in chef robes stomped out. With a flash of her arm, a handprint appeared on Smith Jr.’s face. “Knock before you enter!”

Smith Jr. placed a hand on his stinging cheek, staring at the woman with a dumbfounded expression. He could only think of one thing to say. “But this is my house….”

At that moment, a line of text popped up in Smith Jr.’s vision.

[New Mission: Have Some Pride!]

[Young martial chef, don’t let that woman walk all over you! How can you claim the spot of head chef without respect from your subordinates? Slap her back!]

[Reward: Vremya’s Pizza Recipe]

Smith Jr. stared at his new mission. He stared past the text at the woman who was still glaring at him with her hands on her hips. Even though she was glaring at him, she was still a beautiful lady. He couldn’t just slap her! Even if it was for a new recipe, as a man, he wouldn’t—

Slap!

Smith Jr. flinched and reflexively touched his other cheek. It was burning as well thanks to the new handprint embedded in his skin. The woman snorted and muttered to herself while clenching and unclenching her hand, “If only all missions were this easy.”

Smith Jr.’s eye twitched. If he wasn’t mistaken, the woman was also given a mission to slap him. It didn’t even seem like she was going to apologize for it either. Since that was the case, why should he behave like a doormat! He raised his hand and swung it towards the woman’s face. Her eyes widened, and she moved her head backwards, but she was too slow to avoid the strike. There was a slapping sound as Smith Jr.’s hand connected with her cheek.

[Well done! If you want to be the head chef of this restaurant, you have to keep all the other chefs below you in check!]

[Mission: Have Some Pride! Completed]