Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

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The lobsters began preparing the second dish in full swing.

Although the chef lost the first dish, his strategy made the people of "Order" and "Night Watch" feel uneasy.

"It seems that this chef intends to use the feedback from each dish to continuously refine his dishes, ultimately achieving his goal of making them impeccable and undeniably delicious."

Zhiyuan analyzed.

The tycoon nodded. "Yes, even though these lobsters aren't perfect, Zhi Geng didn't directly say they weren't tasty...which means she's actually quite picky."

Seagull was a little impatient: "Hey, this chef only took 4 minutes and 30 seconds to prepare the first dish. He has a tool that can speed up the marinating and cooking time. This time limit is almost nothing for him."

"Trying to win by stalling is useless... Speaking of which, why does Zhi Geng always draw these sketches? This tactic is already very ineffective!"

Bifang knocked the seagull on the head and said, "Even the robin isn't anxious, why are you jumping up and down here?"

Seagull covered his head and said, "I'm not worried about her... Besides, what I said is not wrong."

"Zhi Geng doesn't like cilantro, so why not just draw some cilantro and force the other person to add it?"

"They've even announced the names of the dishes. So, all we need to do is draw some random ingredients, right?"

Bifang shook her head: "But that would slow down her speed in drawing those combined sketches - Zhigeng wouldn't do that."

"Not to mention that even if they get ingredients they're not good at, they might still be able to handle them well, but Zhi Geng isn't that kind of person."

After hearing Bifang's words, the Grandmaster held his chin with his hand in his hand with great interest: "Is this out of kindness, or pride?"

“It’s paranoia.”

Bifang said.

"I know what you're thinking, Grandmaster. You might think that her weak character prevented her from wasting food, or that she was confident she could win the duel on her own... but that's not the case."

“She just picks up a paintbrush, gets lost in it, and keeps painting whatever she wants to paint.”

"And apparently, she doesn't want to draw food yet."

As Bifang spoke, Seagull, Tycoon, Liangye, and Nicholas all showed confused expressions.

Li Hua pushed his glasses up and said, "This is a really incomprehensible decision."

But on the contrary, Zhiyuan and Lin Yu nodded silently.

"This may actually be a necessary condition for her to win."

Zhiyuan looked at the stage and said admiringly.

"Whether it's the God of Cooking who first proposed the unfair rule, or Zhi Geng who's currently failing to fully exploit the rule that's extremely advantageous to him, both have indeed displayed obsession in their respective areas of expertise, painting and cooking. And this 'obsession'... is precisely what makes them geniuses."

"Sure enough, this is a true showdown between geniuses!"

Lin Yu sighed again.

"But if this continues, Zhi Geng will lose," Li Hua pushed up his glasses. "After all, she's the defending team."

"Both of them are geniuses in their respective fields, but if Zhi Geng doesn't take advantage of the rules that work in his favor, he'll actually suffer a huge loss—because in reality, this is the rule where the chef uses his talent to create 'works' for Zhi Geng to judge."

"So, if he can complete the work so smoothly and effortlessly... the chances of the chef winning will definitely be greater."

Bifang nodded. "Indeed, this rule is like two people with high attack and low defense, and Zhigeng allows the other to attack her. The other person's cooking skills will actually transform into dishes to challenge her taste buds, but her paintings can only serve as a means to 'stop' the other person."

Although the second dish was still in the cooking process, even Bifang, who had just been watching Zhigeng, had to admit it.

"It will be even more dangerous if we continue like this!"

Soon, Lobster came to Robin with the finished second dish, flavored eggplant.

The flavored eggplants were fried first and then stir-fried and coated with sauce and placed in front of Zhigeng.

The robin ate them all.

This time, Zhigeng put down his chopsticks.

"It's a bit too hard and oily. I'm afraid it will cause indigestion."

She spoke softly, no longer judging.

Although opinions were still given, it was obvious that this time it was more dangerous.

"I understand. Then wait for my third dish!"

"I already fully understand your taste, so I will tailor the third dish just for you... Dear Ms. Robin, please look forward to this delicacy, designed to captivate your taste buds."

As the God of Cooking spoke, even his Mandarin became much more standard and refined.

Then...

He threw the big pot into the sky with force, and it fell back into Hell's Kitchen.

Then, another transparent glass soup pot flew out - but this time, after the soup pot became bigger, it fell upside down.

This soup pot was like a protective shield, covering the entire Hell's Kitchen.

"Oh!"

The iron pot and the geometric object hit the soup pot, leaving dents and cracks of varying sizes on it.

But obviously, these attacks can't do anything to the soup pot in a short time.

The God of Cooking doesn't need to completely defend against these attacks. All he needs is...

Five more minutes!

In the last five minutes, he stood in Hell's Kitchen, even moving a little leisurely.

"Number One, Number Five... bring out the special ingredients and seasonings from the 'Ten Realms'."

"We're serious now!"

The God of Cooking said this, a hint of confidence in his tone.

Looking at the changes on the field, everyone in the audience felt that this literary duel had reached the most critical moment.

The last dish, the last chance.

The chef personally came out and took out meat and exotic vegetables that looked extremely special.

no doubt……

He is creating something "out of the ordinary" cuisine.

So……

Whether it was the seats on the side of 'Order', 'Night Watch', or the seats on the side of 'Free Alliance', everyone was extremely nervous and almost silent.

On the other hand, the relatively neutral bounty hunters had more discussions.

"This guy must have earned the approval of the 'God of Banquet,'" Mosin-Nagant mused as he watched the God of Cooking's flying knife skills. "I've been to a dungeon where the 'God of Banquet' himself was present. If this food is truly of that caliber... once he makes it, I'm sure we'll win this round."

Cress was a little disdainful: "If it were me, no matter how delicious the food was, I would still be so stubborn as to say it was as unpalatable as the construction."

"So that's you."

Mosin-Nagant retorted sarcastically, "Do you think this robin is as shameless as you?"

"Then she loses, there's nothing much to say," Cress said with clenched fists. Although he sat in a seat mostly occupied by neutrals, as a stakeholder whose item was staked, Cress was clearly biased, even if it wasn't just this one. "Damn it, but if they lose this, they'll have match point in the next one...Will the pressure be immense in May?"

At this moment, a sudden voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

"I think the winner hasn't been determined yet."

Kress and Mosin-Nagant looked behind them and saw a strange girl with a smile on her face.

"Admittedly, once this dish is finished, it will surely be a delicacy that no one can deny, but before that..."

"It has to be done first."

After Fluoxetine finished speaking, he looked at the robin on the field and narrowed his eyes.

Everyone once again began to focus their attention on the chef over there.

But she noticed...

The sketchbook in Zhigeng's hand has turned to a new page.