This is an age when eating the flesh of exotic beasts can grant people supernatural abilities.
Jiang Ze only wants to quietly work as a support cook for a small squad.
His survival rules are crystal clear: never be the first to charge, and always have an escape route ready.
That's because he has an exotic-beast cookbook in his head. While others gamble on random abilities when they eat meat, Jiang Ze can flip a wok and extract abilities with perfect precision.
Others fight tooth and nail over the flesh of high-ranking exotic beasts to improve their chances of awakening.
Jiang Ze crouches beside a black-market trash heap and spends one yuan on the stinking intestines of a venom-spined frog.
Others form all-star teams of prodigies, only to be beaten to a pulp by exotic beasts.
Jiang Ze brings along a childhood friend from the bottom rung, who's only good at street brawls, and calmly pulls out his boning knife.
While the Federation's top chefs are still working themselves bald over how to raise the odds of awakening by even the tiniest amount,
Jiang Ze has used nothing but a battered iron wok to feed his ragtag squad until every member has become a monster with a top-tier talent.
But the king of the exotic beasts won't stand for it: "Please, don't let him cook anymore! He even figured out every last weakness of my great-grandma!"
Jiang Ze wipes the blood from his boning knife, slides it back into his belt, and picks up a steaming bowl of exotic-beast soup.
"All this fighting is so uncivilized. I'm just an ordinary cook."
"Come on, drink it while it's hot. Once we're full, we'll go plunder that forbidden zone up ahead."
Overall, it's okay. It can be read as a refreshing article.
So far, the novel is pretty good