My Ability Is Role-playing

Chapter 465 - 459: Ingredient War, End of the Third Round!

"Miscalculated."

Ji Xiuyin clicked his tongue secretly, realizing he had still underestimated Xuan’s twisted sense of humor.

Originally, he thought that the third round of the game was a test of the five chefs’ teamwork and coordination, or perhaps simply like the previous round, where the five players collectively played as one master chef.

As it turned out...

His imagination was too limited.

"Offer Your Deliciousness," as the name suggests, requires players to play as ingredients, figuring out how to cook themselves into tasty dishes for customers to try...

On the top right corner of the screen, there was a series of constantly changing numbers, which seemed like a countdown.

When Ji Xiuyin began contemplating the game rules, the four ingredients around him were talking past each other.

Abba, abba...

Wai bi ba bu...

Gulu, gulu...

Hehehehe...

English, German, Russian, Japanese.

The four teammates fell silent one after another, staring at each other with wide eyes, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Not all top supreme users had as comprehensive abilities as [Martial God] Su Qiangwei or [God] Gray.

Perhaps some of these S-level strong users knew a little foreign language, but in this round of the game, their voices were all given adorable effects, making their words unclear and even harder to understand.

At this point, Ji Xiuyin voluntarily stepped forward to take charge.

Perhaps it was because his level 1 VIP privileges were in effect. Although English was the only other language in the team channel that Ji Xiuyin hadn’t systematically learned, he could understand everyone.

"Friends, none of you have likely recharged your faith, right?"

Ji Xiuyin quickly said, "The numbers displayed in the upper right corner of the screen should be the time left for us in the third round of the game, and we have only two hours in total."

"No matter how strong, renowned, or prestigious you are in reality, you entered this round wanting a high rating, didn’t you?"

"I am a level 1 Main God Game VIP player; I can understand everything you all say!"

"According to the test just now, when I speak in Chinese, you all seem to understand. This should be a privilege of being a VIP player."

"So, I’m volunteering to become the team’s commander, the temporary captain for everyone."

"I might not have much experience, but I have watched a lot of food cooking videos and remember quite a few recipes."

While talking, Ji Xiuyin manipulated his game character to run and jump within a small range, getting used to the controls.

The time given was too short; two hours was practically useless.

Ingredients that needed long fermentation or soaking were of no use.

If he had twenty-four hours, he might even be able to replicate some giant panda mapo tofu.

A bag of flour frantically twisted in front of a banana, an apple, a rose, and a piece of bread.

Four teammates quickly responded.

[Industrial Dominator] spoke first: "I support you as the captain and am willing to become a common ingredient in the recipe."

[Yin Yang Master] responded second: "Ji Xiuyin-kun... Zhou Yu mentioned you, hoping for pleasant cooperation."

[Soul of Slav] laughed heartily: "How about making an energy meal? Bananas are the divine item for replenishing energy! I loved using them to refuel during my marathon runs!"

[Light Speed Gentleman] smiled wryly: "I was overconfident for once, thought too much, and ended up being a pig teammate. A bunch of roses... I admit, I held us back! Hope you all won’t mind!"

The support of four S-level ability users greatly satisfied Ji Xiuyin’s vanity.

He didn’t indulge in this feeling for long and quickly commanded everyone to take action.

"In China, roses are also an ingredient! Don’t be disheartened, my friend! Although time is tight, there are still ways! Our first stop is the faucet! Without water, flour is nothing. You need to add water to knead it into dough!"

"Once the dough is made, we can make mooncakes, rose cakes, fruit pies, uniquely flavored Shaanxi noodles, or baked fruit-filled cookies!"

"It’s a pity there’s no egg or milk; if we had those, the situation should improve significantly."

Ji Xiuyin commanded a few teammates to form a human ladder and quickly skittered over to the faucet, only to realize he was a bag of flour.

Hmm...

First, he needed to think of a way to open the plastic bag to be of use.

Ji Xiuyin felt his face heat up and muttered, "Sorry! I didn’t realize this sooner."

Soon, the voice of [Yin Yang Master] circulated within the team channel.

"Don’t lose heart; your direction is correct. It’s just a minor hiccup, that’s all."

"The weight of [Soul of Slav] and I should be able to press down the knife on the cutting board. Once you’ve chosen a direction, charge forward, and it should work."

Who knew what this guy was thinking, speaking not in Guanlan’s native prophecy language but in broken Chinese. Without VIP privileges, Ji Xiuyin wouldn’t understand a thing.

However, he felt the friendliness and respect from the other side.

Ji Xiuyin immediately perked up, continuing to issue commands one by one.

The apple and banana pressed down on the knife, and the bag of flour rushed toward the blade with a howl.

Splurt!

Flour splattered everywhere.

Using a bowl to gather water, the flour and water fused together, kneading itself into a lump, marking Ji Xiuyin’s character’s elegant "upgrade."

On the display, besides the directional keys and jump button, there was now an "adhere" button, offering more possibilities.

At this time, the squad suddenly realized this kitchen housed four distinct squads.

The progress of the other teams was a tad slower than theirs but was proceeding systematically.

However...

Peaceful development didn’t exist.

When everyone used the same cooking tool, conflicts and contradictions arose.

So, Ji Xiuyin and his crew witnessed...

Two eggs screaming and charging at each other, yolks splattering everywhere in mutual destruction.

Chips and crisps ferociously battering each other into tiny crumbs, annihilating each other.

Watching a teammate-less durian climb onto the hanging kitchen light in despair, only to leap off, using the edge of the counter and gravity to rip open its hard shell, smearing its bizarre-smelling pulp on competitors.

In essence, the fight styles were wild and varied.

The "corpses" of opponents became the spoils of war and reserve ingredients for the victors.

As the S-level squad’s captain, Ji Xiuyin himself was weak and didn’t dare to offend too many people, only directing teammates to reap some benefits and refraining from hitting opponents hard or annihilating them.

The IDs of the other members in the team were formidable deterrents and brands; Ji Xiuyin chose to show mercy, and the players in other teams all took a step back, leaving a small amount of ingredients as "war reparations" to restore kitchen peace.

In the intense cooperation, the two-hour game time quickly elapsed.