You Asked Me to Hold Back the Ten Thousand Races, but I Stewed Them All!

In a high-martial world, the myriad races invade and constantly squeeze humanity's living space.

Zhao Fan transmigrates here and becomes an insignificant foot soldier on the battlefield between the myriad races. He obtains a magical Cooking System.

Flood Dragon Clan: Their bodies are nimble, and they possess immense strength.

Zhao Fan: "Skin them and pull out their tendons. They'd be perfect for soup."

Golden-Winged Roc: Its golden wings can carry it a hundred thousand miles.

Zhao Fan: "Cut off those golden wings and cook them like cola chicken wings. That's the good stuff!"

White Fox Clan: Their bewitching arts are the greatest threat to human experts.

Zhao Fan, drooling: "The meat above a white fox's thighs is the most succulent..."

White Fox Princess: "Zhao Fan, don't eat me! I'll be your wife..."

Zhao Fan: "You're not worthy!"

"Then I'll be your servant..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.