“Head Chef Beate’s dish is very delicious, but in comparison, I prefer Mr. Mag’s steak. Hence, I choose Mr. Mag,” Scheer said with a smile.

  “I choose him! This is how beef should be cooked.” Camilla was looking at Mag with shimmering eyes.

  Four of the judges had already given their decisions, and everyone turned their attention to Jeffree. His decision wouldn’t alter the result of this cooking contest, but he was the president of the Chamber of Commerce, and his vote bore a lot of weight.

  Spatch clenched his fists tightly as he stared intently at Jeffree. As long as Jeffree sided with him, then he hadn’t actually lost.

  Mag was also looking at Jeffree. This perpetually expressionless old man reminded him of his father in his past.

  Sly old foxes like them who had been toiling in the business world their entire lives were very difficult to deal with as you could never tell what they were thinking.

  Furthermore, this old man had singlehandedly founded the Chamber of Commerce and made it into the colossus that it was today.

  If Mag wanted to abolish the policies in the Chamber of Commerce that were discriminative toward half-breed beings, then the simplest way would be to get this old man to resign from the role of president, and then convince his successor to get rid of those policies.

  Jeffree didn’t pay any heed to the countless eyes that were aimed at him. His expression remained calm and collected as he said, “In this contest, the steak cooked by Mr. Mag of Mamy Restaurant was more delicious than the beef cooked by Head Chef Beate of Ducas Restaurant, so I cast my vote to Mr. Mag.”


  “Mr. Mag won on an unanimous vote!”


  “Never in my wildest dreams could I have predicted this result! I can’t believe there’s someone capable of securing an unanimous-votes victory against Head Chef Beate in a cooking contest!”


  “I have a feeling this Mamy Restaurant is going to absolutely blow up in popularity in Chaos City!”


  “Just who is this Mag? It feels like he suddenly jumped out of nowhere and tipped the entire gastronomic industry in Chaos City on its head!”


  In the aftermath of the cooking contest, a massive stir immediately ran through the crowd. Watching this cooking contest had been like sitting on a rollercoaster ride, and aside from the small proportion of guests who had dined at Mamy Restaurant before, no one present anticipated such a result.

  As opposed to focusing on the result of this cooking contest, all of the guests were more interested in Mag himself.

  From the very beginning, he had received special attention from Young Mistress Scheer and the city lord. Furthermore, he had just crushed Head Chef Beate in a cooking contest in a landslide victory, firmly landing in the limelight.

  Most of the guests present were exceptional businessmen in Chaos City, and their business sense told them that a rising star like Mag was definitely someone they should get acquainted with.

  “H-how could this be?” Cyril looked at the triumphant Mag and the dejected Beate with a stunned expression. Things had progressed completely contrary to his expectations. He had already prepared in his head a script for the tirade of insults that he was going to deliver to Mag, but he didn’t get a chance to utter any of them.

  He had thought that Mag would make himself a laughingstock tonight, losing a valuable storefront in the process.

  However, what actually transpired was that Ducas Restaurant and Beate had both become his stepping stones, propelling him to even higher levels of renown and popularity.

  Only I deserve to receive such widespread attention and admiration! Cyril’s fists were tightly clenched and he gritted his teeth, looking as if he wanted to eat Mag alive.

  Is the president…… giving up on Ducas Restaurant? Spatch’s body swayed as he was sent into a complete panic.

  Some new up-and-coming restaurants would pop up in the Aden Square every single year. Among them, there was no lack of restaurants that offered good food and a decent dining environment. However, none of them could stand the test of time. All of them either closed down or gradually fell into obscurity, and none of them could pose a substantial threat to Ducas Restaurant.

  However, Spatch could sense a hint of danger and pressure from Mag.

  This was a young yet calm opponent.

  Furthermore, this opponent was extremely proficient at his craft, and seemed to have strong ties with many important figures.

  Even the president, who had always firmly stood behind Ducas Restaurant, was no longer throwing his support behind them.

  That was the most bitter pill to swallow for him.

  “Thank you.” Mag nodded before turning to the depressed Beate as he said in a genuine voice, “You are undoubtedly an outstanding chef.”


  Beate raised his downcast head upon hearing that, and a new light seemed to have been ignited in his eyes. He looked at Mag and opened his mouth as if he were going to say something.

  However, before he could say anything, Mag crossed his arms with a smile, and said, “Of course, there’s still a large gap between you and me. I’m the one who’s going to redefine the concept of delicious cuisine in this world, and today, I’m refining the concept of how beef should be cooked.”


  Beate’s words immediately got stuck in his throat, and he looked at Mag with his mouth slightly agape like a floundering fish, unsure how to respond to that.

  The entire banquet hall fell silent. All of the guests were looking at Mag and Beate with peculiar expressions. They felt like Mag’s words were a little arrogant, but those words were beyond reproach considering they had been spoken by Mag.

  Beate was the one who had issued the challenge, and Mag had merely reiterated his vision.

  “System, I said something so embarrassing already; that should be enough to complete the bonus mission, right?” Mag said internally. “Also, are you sure it’s a good idea for me to be drawing hatred and resentment to myself like this? What if the resentment from these chefs exceeds a certain threshold, and I get transmigrated back to my original world?”


  “Don’t worry, something like that definitely won’t happen,” the system promised. “In your current situation, there’s no way that you’ll get a second opportunity to transmigrate. Instead, you’ll get struck by lightning instead. If worse comes to worst, I can plead with God to decrease the voltage on the lighting strike.”


  “Will that make any difference?”


  “Not really; you’ll die either way.”


  “Piss off!”


  Mag’s expression darkened. As expected, this system wasn’t reliable at all.

  “Ding! Congratulations on securing victory in the cooking contest; you will receive one opportunity to spin the God of Cookery upgrade wheel!

  “Ding! Congratulations on completing the bonus mission to draw more hatred to yourself; you will receive the opportunity to spin the God of Cookery upgrade wheel!”


  The system’s voice sounded.

  “Mr. Mag, you are indeed a genius, and it’s a good thing for chefs all over Chaos City that a target like you exists for us to strive for.” Beate took a deep breath and looked at Mag with a serious expression as he said, “However, I firmly believe that your way of cooking beef is not the only right way. I hope I’ll have another opportunity to compete with you in a cooking contest in the future.”


  “I can wait for you.” Mag nodded with a hint of a smile in his eyes. This was the pride that a true chef should possess.

  “Father won! Father is the best!”


  Amy raised her knife and fork high above her head with an elated look on her little face.

  Her adorable display drew smiles from many of the guests around her. None of the defective qualities present in half-breed beings seemed to be present in her, and they were beginning to wonder whether their prejudice against half-breed beings was actually correct or not.

  Scheer made her way over to Mag with an elegant smile on her face, and asked, “Mr. Mag, I’d like to have a chat with you. Do you have some time on your hands at the moment?”