I want to just drift through life in Type-Moon.

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Hearing him say that, Yue Zhengling mustered up her courage and stood up. "What kind of noodles did Grandpa make back then?"

The man recalled for a moment and then said, "It was a bowl of noodles that was just one strand, with no other ingredients, just one strand of noodles. But after eating that bowl of noodles, I felt a peace that I had never experienced before."

Hearing him say that, Yue Zhengling was stunned. Could this familiar description be the food from a story he made up for his grandfather when he was six or seven years old?

Thinking of this, he felt uneasy. He cautiously looked at this being whose identity he now knew, and who he also knew he couldn't afford to offend. He tentatively asked, "Is that bowl of noodles called Soul-Suppressing Noodles?"

"Yes, that's the name." Although he was somewhat prepared, Yue Zhengling still found it hard to believe when the man confirmed it. Could it be that his grandfather had actually made that kind of noodle based on his rambling? That was completely illogical!

But then, remembering the identity of the person before him, he felt that science in this world was essentially dead. Having come to terms with the reality of this world, he reluctantly accepted the fact that his grandfather had indeed made the Soul-Suppressing Noodles.

"How much time do I have left?" Taking a deep breath, Yue Zhengling pressed his heart, which was pounding so hard, and tried to regulate his breathing.

"I'll give you another hour and a half. If you can't do it, then die." The man glanced at the old clock on the wall and coldly delivered his final verdict.

Le Zhengling also looked up at the clock. The time was a little past 10:30, which meant that midnight was the deadline.

"I need to make some preparations." He knew that his grandfather had a secret recipe book, but he had never looked at it because he thought it was unnecessary. However, he had to look at the recipe book now. If it didn't contain the recipe for his grandfather's Soul-Soothing Noodles, he would have to rely on his memory to make something.

"I don't care what you're going to do, I have to eat that kind of noodle within the time limit." The man's emotionless words echoed in the shop.

Knowing that time was running out, Yue Zhengling ignored him and quickly ran to the back of the shop. As he passed through the backyard, he saw several crows standing on the wall. He couldn't help but shiver as they stared at him with their blood-red eyes.

At the same time, Yue Zhengling confirmed the man's identity once again—

Nero Chaos, the tenth ranked Dead Apostle of the Twenty-Seventh Ancestor, is a vampire with the Reality Marble: Beast King's Nest within his body!

Chapter Four: The Secret to Restoring the Recipes of Chinese Cuisine

This is the world of Type-Moon!

I was reborn into the Type-Moon world!

With this mix of excitement and bewilderment, he ran quickly into his grandfather's room, and once inside, his mind calmed down completely.

After more than ten years of relying on each other, the grandfather's unreserved tolerance for his eccentric grandson was evident in Le Zhengling's exceptionally clear memory after his recent brush with death. The old man's figure reappeared before his eyes.

Despite his advanced age, his back remained upright; his aged face always wore a cool smile; and his large, calloused hands were warm.

I would always patiently ask him to do things seriously and to be an upright person.

She always comforted him, telling him not to worry about his appearance, saying that it was the only thing his deceased parents left him.

And then there was that fleeting moment when he glanced in the direction of that country, and the slight moisture in the corner of his eye.

Everything was still vivid in his mind, causing the tears he had managed to hold back to flow again. "Really, can the soul really be affected by the body? How old are you? Why do you cry so easily..."

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Yue Zhengling walked to a desk, knelt down, and pulled open the bottom drawer. Inside was a square wooden lacquer box with simple cloud patterns engraved on its vermilion surface.

With trembling hands, Yue Zhengling solemnly took it out. In fact, after his grandfather died, he had never touched anything in the house, and he would never come in except for necessary cleaning.

Because he always had a sense of resistance in his heart, he had finally been born into this world and had lived with an interesting old man for more than ten years. He had finally gotten used to it and accepted his fate, and was just about to live a good life with him when the old man suddenly passed away.

No, it wasn't sudden, because he clearly knew that his grandfather's health had been deteriorating over the past two years. Although his grandfather had concealed it well, how could he possibly hide it from him, who possessed the soul of an adult?

Even knowing this, he still deceived himself into thinking that their peaceful days would continue and that when he grew up, he would take care of the old man.

But reality is reality precisely because it is so harsh.

Time treats everyone fairly; the old man still reached the end of his life, leaving Le Zhengling alone. Twice, he wished to care for his parents but they were no longer there. In his previous life, he left his family first; in this life, his family left him first.

Do you regret it? Of course I do!

But those are all beyond human control; humans are too fragile.

Just like now, no matter how unwilling he was to touch his grandfather's belongings, he had to find that hope in order to survive.

The box was opened, and inside was an old blue book that looked exactly like the martial arts manuals in TV dramas, with the title "The Secret Record of Restoring the Chinese First Recipe".

Although this manual was exactly what Yue Zhengling was looking for, and it was also the thing he used to save his life, he didn't touch it because his attention was drawn to a note inside the manual.

Le Zhengling took out the letter, on which were written a few Chinese characters in brush: To my grandson Le Zhengling.

Gently pull open the letter. Inside, there are no lengthy descriptions or unnecessary instructions, only eight powerful characters: Be a good person, live a good life!

These eight characters encapsulate all the expectations an old man has for his grandson, and even more so, the indescribable love an elder has for a younger generation.

Just as he was about to burst into tears again, he noticed there were more words on his back. Turning it over, he saw sixteen more large characters: "Passing on the family line is everyone's responsibility! Let the family grow and flourish, starting with you!"

Upon seeing these words, Yue Zhengling couldn't help but chuckle, and the sadness in her heart instantly subsided.

He seemed to see his grandfather writing these words: the old man must have seriously thought about it for a long time before writing down the eight characters on the front.

Then, feeling that he had enough, he wanted to put the journal away, but hesitated for a moment. Finally, he opened the journal again, added the last sixteen characters with a cool smile. This could be seen as a prank on his grandson, or it could be seen as an obsession.

"Alright, alright, I promise you. I will continue the lineage of our Yuezheng family." Yuezheng Ling said with a smile, stroking the large characters on the paper.

He thought of keeping the note close to his body, but then he remembered that he was covered in sweat, so he put it back in the box. He checked the time and saw that ten minutes had passed, so he quickly picked up the cookbook and started flipping through it at a glance.

The more he read this manual, the more he admired his grandfather.

His grandfather actually managed to recreate those recipes based on his own imaginary retelling of the plot of "Cooking Master Boy" back then, which is simply unscientific!

Although you described the story of "Cooking Master Boy" in great detail, that's a manga plot! How did you manage to imagine the things in it as real objects? Why don't you teach me this amazing skill!

Besides, shouldn't the Yue family be considered a musical family by tracing their lineage? If I were to recite a fragment of a musical score and you, Grandpa, managed to complete it, I wouldn't blame you! But this is a recipe! And it's a fabricated story!

Could it be that the Yue family possesses some unknown divine power?

With this conjecture in mind, Yue Zhengling finally turned to the page about the Soul Guardian, and then he carefully read it.

Five minutes later, he let out a soft sigh of relief, thoughtfully putting down the manual. "So that's how it is. All the problems stemmed from me..."

After reading these things, Yue Zhengling also remembered that after he told the story of "Cooking Master Boy", his grandfather would do some strange things mysteriously every day. At that time, he had already started elementary school, so he did not know exactly what his grandfather did.

But for a long time after that, my grandfather would ask him to help with food tasting or design some strange things. Looking back now, I realize that my grandfather was trying to recreate those fantasy recipes and actually made them out of his imagination.

Shaking his head and chuckling, Yue Zhengling put the "secret manual" back into the box, then took the box back to his room. He grabbed another set of clothes and went into the bathroom. Now he wasn't worried at all, because he had completely mastered the recipe, and a sense of confidence welled up from the bottom of his heart.

After taking a shower, he composed himself in front of the mirror, returned to the shop, and looked at Nero Chaos, who was still resting with his eyes closed.

Noticing his gaze, Nero Chaos opened his eyes and said calmly, "Your time is running out."

Le Zhengling shrugged indifferently, glancing at the clock that pointed to 11:15. "In times of great importance, one must remain calm. The closer one gets to life or death, the less one can afford to panic. Besides, I just promised someone that I would live on, so I will absolutely not die here!"

After saying that, Yue Zhengling smiled mischievously. His face was slightly flushed from taking a shower, and his confident smile was so infectious that even Nero Chaos couldn't help but chuckle.

"In that case, I'll wait and see!"

Chapter Five: Soul-Suppressing Noodles

The so-called "Soul-Soothing Noodles" are noodles invented by Logan, the noodle king in the story of "Cooking Master Boy". A single noodle can fill a bowl. It is said that Logan once presented this noodle to an angry emperor, and the emperor calmed down after eating it.

Four years ago, Nero Chaos, who had been entertained with this type of noodle, experienced a calming down of the mutual devouring among the 666 magical beasts within him, giving him the opportunity to organize his system tree.

He did not become a Dead Apostle through a vampire attack, but rather through magical research.

His real name is Fabro Erowan. He was originally a magician from the "Wandering Sea," one of the three major branches of the Mage's Association. Nero Chaos is the name given to him by the Church after he became a Dead Apostle.

The name comes from the vortex formed by the genes of 666 beasts within his body.

He can use the 666 beast factors within him to create beasts. 666 is known as the number of beasts (from the Book of Revelation in the Bible). These beasts can be used for reconnaissance, attack, or to devour humans.

Since he has merged with the beast factor, the beasts he releases are considered part of his body, not familiars. Because the barrier's range is limited to himself and his shadow, it escapes the world's correction.

The sum of the letters of Nero's name is 666, which means "666 Beast." Chaos means chaos and is also known as "the immortal chaos" by other vampires.

For Dead Apostles who have existed for an extremely long time, the rate of physical repair cannot keep up with the rate of deterioration. In order to solve this problem, in addition to obtaining genetic information and strengthening his own body by drinking human blood, he also repairs his body by capturing wild beasts into his own body.

Because its existence resembled the primordial chaos of the universe, Nero called his inner world the Land of Creation.

As a calm and unemotional scholar, his biggest task is to organize the chaotic system tree within his body.

However, he underestimated the rate at which his sanity was declining. As the number of familiars continued to increase, Nero's own will would be swallowed up by the surging chaos in about several hundred years. Before that, organizing the system tree of chaos within his body was the goal he set for himself.

Several years ago, he came to this island nation in search of every rare species, and heard a rumor in the other world, which led him to this restaurant.

The old human saw through his identity, but he wasn't alarmed. Instead, he made him a bowl of noodles with a cool smile.

After finishing the bowl of noodles, the restless chaotic energy within him calmed down. He then asked the old man what was going on, and the old man earnestly told him: This is the legacy of an ancient empire.

Later, he talked with the old man for a long time and gained a general understanding of the old man's background: he was from a country across the sea, and his family had a long history.

For all magicians and Dead Apostles, that ancient superpower was an absolute forbidden zone. The mysteries there were incomparable to those of the modern world, so he didn't ask any more questions and left quietly.

He couldn't forget the bowl of noodles he had eaten. Although it only suppressed the chaotic factor for a very short time, during that time he regained his complete individual rationality and began to correct the evolutionary direction of the system tree.

Recently, the Chaos Factor, which had just finished a fierce battle, went on another rampage, and his project had reached a critical stage. So he came here hoping to eat that kind of noodle again.

Unexpectedly, the old human had already passed away, leaving only a young, inexperienced child.

Disappointed! Enraged! Wanting to vent my anger!

Even so, he still gave the child a chance to live—if he could serve that bowl of noodles.

Next, Nero Chaos witnessed an unimaginable scene.

A white dragon appeared in the kitchen, dancing, and a child was intently drawing a circle.

Le Zhengling used a pastry stick to pick and poke at the remaining dough, then vigorously swung it around. The dough grew thinner and thinner with each circular motion, endlessly circling until it finally became a truly thin and even round pancake.

Nero Chaos stared intently at the figure, as if he were seeing an ancient spiral residing in all things!

The fingers are spinning!

The wrist is rotating!

The arm is rotating!

Everything resides within the principle of the circle.

Soon after, Le Zhengling gritted his teeth, forcefully flicked the stick upwards and pulled it down, quickly grabbed the small knife that he had prepared beforehand, and cut it in circles along the still-spinning dough.

In an instant, a long, flat white noodle landed on the counter. The noodle was of equal width and thickness, without a single flaw.

Having completed this step, Yue Zhengling finally stopped her aching hands. Her palms were burning, her upper arms were sore, and her forearms were completely numb, as if they didn't belong to her.

His arms were trembling uncontrollably, and he was breathing heavily.

Seeing this, Nero Chaos looked at Yue Zhengling seriously for the first time, and then frowned as if he had seen something in him.

After resting for nearly five minutes, Le Zhengling mustered his energy, poured the noodles into boiling water, cooked them for a minute, then scooped them out with a slotted spoon and added them to the bone broth.

"Is it done?" Nero Chaos asked softly, looking at the bowl of noodles.

"Probably...?" Le Zhengling wasn't quite sure himself. According to the secret manual left by his grandfather, the most important thing about this bowl of noodles was actually the noodles themselves, and he had made the noodles exactly as described in the manual.

"Now that it's finished, bring it over." Nero Chaos couldn't help but urge him on. After watching Yue Zhengling's performance, he finally had some anticipation for this bowl of noodles.

Hearing his words, Yue Zhengling had no choice but to hand him the bowl of noodles.

There is only one noodle in the soup, and the noodle fills the large bowl. The noodle is wrapped in an orderly circle, and the soup ripples around it.

Nero Chaos picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of noodles, and chewed quietly. After finishing the first bite, he stopped, just like last time.

Seeing this, Yue Zhengling's heart skipped a beat.

But Nero Chaos didn't say anything after that. Instead, he picked up his second and third chopsticks and soon finished the bowl of noodles, even the broth.

After finishing his noodles, he closed his eyes and quietly sensed the state of his body, while the giant dog beside him slowly returned to his body.

Having witnessed this bizarre scene firsthand, Yue Zhengling's eyes twitched, and he was absolutely certain that he had guessed correctly.

After a long while, at 12:45 a.m., seeing that Nero Chaos was still not moving, Yue Zhengling did not dare to disturb him. Instead, he quietly packed his things. It seemed that he had passed the test.

"You're going to die..."

Just as Yue Zhengling finished packing up all his things and was wiping his hands, looking for a place to sit down and rest, Nero Chaos suddenly spoke.

Upon hearing these words, everything in Yue Zhengling's field of vision lost its color.

Chapter Six: Do You Want to Survive?

Did it fail again?

Upon hearing Nero Chaos's words, this thought flashed through Yue Zhengling's mind.

I don't want to die! Grandpa wants me to live on!

This was his second thought.

His bloodshot eyes flashed with a renewed will to survive. He grabbed a kitchen cleaver and slowly retreated toward the door, facing Nero Chaos.