Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

Chapter 28 Cafeteria

"Mugammugam..."

Chewing on the savory cheese and pizza, Fang Jin almost shed tears. It had been so many years since he had eaten pizza, and it made him seriously consider whether he should join Beast Company.

The cafeteria rules are quite humane. As long as you don't leave your tray, the chefs can make any food you can name and serve it to you within three minutes.

Like Zhou Tongtong, she ordered two boxes of X23 condenser oil. She sucked up the blue oil in three minutes, and the scene was so violent that it made people's hearts clench.

Lu Chen... merely ordered a bowl of hot soup as a symbolic gesture, sipping it spoonful by spoonful, his face ashen, probably unaware that he hadn't even drunk any of it.

After all, the time they can stay in the cafeteria is limited. All outsiders must stay in the trays, and these white porcelain trays are constantly moving with the conveyor belt.

Because the area around the conveyor belt is the canteen; the area outside the conveyor belt... is the kitchen used by these alien species, where a dozen or so monsters on the same level as the pigmen are constantly moving around.

At the end of the conveyor belt was another food outlet... which was the elevator shaft leading to the fourth floor. Their only rest time was these last thirty minutes or even less.

This meal was less of a relaxing rest... and more like a last meal in Lu Chen's eyes.

"Hey baker, can you make anything? I'd like to order something a bit unusual."

"Of course, we have all sorts of ingredients and recipes from all the realms of existence. Even if you just make up a name, we can find the corresponding dish and serve it to you..."

"Then I want the knife you have."

Fang Jin boldly probed, since all acts of killing were prohibited once he entered the cafeteria (trailer), and since it didn't cost him his life, why not give it a try?

His voice wasn't loud, but it drew everyone's attention. The dark kitchen seemed to suddenly be filled with dozens of round light bulbs, all looking at them with amusement and malice.

"..."

The baker didn't make a face, or perhaps from Fang Jin's height, they couldn't even see what shape the pig's face was contorted into. Only after a long, unsettling silence...

The baker spoke again, bending down with his mountain-like body, blowing out countless hot, fishy gusts of air, his voice for the first time carrying a wooden tone:

"Yes, but only this once."

"Requests other than food are only considered compliant with the rules when they are first revealed, and this applies to the entire team... You're smart, and I'm unlucky."

He actually seemed a little aggrieved, after all, if it hadn't been his turn to be on duty today, and he hadn't run into such a clever little thing as Fang Jin, he wouldn't have lost his precious knife.

Then, the baker threw the cleaver directly onto the tray, and the giant cleaver, as big as a skyscraper, rolled straight down. Fang Jin and the others could even clearly see the sharp edge of the cleaver that had been cut open!

Murderous intent was strictly forbidden; even indirect intentions and actions would be punished. The moment the huge cleaver touched the vicinity of the plate, it began to hiss and emit steam, rapidly shrinking.

Before anyone could even feel fear, the mottled cleaver had already shrunk back to its normal size, crashed into the tray, and plunged straight into Fang Jin's crotch, less than an inch away.

[Equipment: A baker's knife]

[Quality: Third-Tier Spirituality]

[Equipment Characteristics: Extremely high density, weighing nearly one ton... but possesses no special properties]

[Note: What whiteboard... You think that way? Then why do you think a pastry chef needs a kitchen knife? They use thread to cut chocolate! (The kitchen knife cries out in frustration at its own uselessness)]

Fang Jin couldn't even pull the kitchen knife out; the incredibly blunt blade was deeply embedded in the tray, and he even had to use the furnace mode to barely lift it a third of the way.

Most weapons are designed to be agile and lightweight. After all, if you yourself use them slowly and sluggishly, then in the eyes of your opponent, they will undoubtedly be full of flaws.

However, this knife undoubtedly took a completely different approach, being extremely heavy and sluggish. At least in Fang Jin's hands now, it was just a small shield, and it would probably take some time before he could master it.

Fang Jin was satisfied enough, at least he had gained something in this instance. He put the kitchen knife into the system-configured bag, and the iron piece embedded in the tray immediately melted and disappeared.

It's rather strange... This is one of the few functions the system has given Fang Jin. At first, Fang Jin was happy to put the dungeon loot into her bag to free her hands.

However, all items were locked the moment they were put into the inventory, and could not be retrieved unless they were from the same instance. This made him wonder if this was not an inventory at all, but some kind of abandoned slot.

However, Fang Jin had virtually no other choice. The [Baker's Knife] was beyond his control, and any other gains would disappear immediately after leaving the instance. His baggage was practically the only channel for smuggling across the myriad worlds.

"You seem quite relaxed, even trying to buy things from NPCs. But what use is this broken kitchen knife right now? Are you going to put a rope around it and use it as a breastplate?"

Lu Chen said casually as more and more food appeared in front of him, including rare delicacies from all over the country. For this last meal before his death, he used almost all the knowledge he had as a rich young master.

"We can't keep using your equipment... Believe me, I genuinely think it's not good to always take other people's things, and it's definitely not because your two toys are almost broken."

Having said that, Fang Jin had already thrown over the Discipline and Entanglement. The damaged equipment had no growth potential and would only become more and more broken with use. By the end of the dungeon, these two pieces would basically be scrapped.

"Do you think I believe you? Guess if I believe you... Could you be any more shameless?"

Lu Chen rolled his eyes and took the two stone watches. Too lazy to put them on, he casually placed them next to the pile of bowls and chopsticks, then propped his arms up and looked helplessly at the sky.

The conveyor belt was nearing its end, and the elevator at the top, which was already prepared, was ready. The cafeteria only had a few minutes left to accommodate them.

By now, Lu Chen had little hope. After witnessing the terror of the bakers and the fact that there were dozens of monsters in the cafeteria on par with that pig-headed man, he had basically resigned himself to his death.

The requirements for passing through the cafeteria are simple: one person must be chosen to die, nothing more. But if the fourth floor and above are filled with vampires of the same level as bakers, then the cafeteria is nothing more than a buffer zone to death.

Unless he reaches the fourth floor and finds the exit from the company right in front of him, which is the only way Lu Chen believes he can leave, it's an unrealistic fantasy.

"...Ha, wishful thinking."