Monsters on the Tip of the Tongue: My Teammates All Cry After Eating Them

I transmigrated into a labyrinth’s bait, stuck with a penniless body, a little sister to support, and a ridiculous System that says, “Want to cook? Hit the books first.”

While the whole world steered clear of monsters, I opened Toxicology: for the sake of survival, and a decent meal.

From then on, our party’s whole vibe went off the rails:

Lia, our academic mage, crumbling: “That’s a three-headed hellhound! The Bestiary says every head is poisonous!”

Me, heating oil in a pan: “I know. It’s called one dog, three dishes.”

Three hours later, she was sobbing as she chewed: “Sniffle… It’s so good… My thesis is saved…”

The half-orc assassin became my personal hunter, and our shield warrior started thinking about which cuts made the best ingredients whenever he charged into battle.

We ran the most by-the-book dungeons and held the wildest tasting parties.

Then my little sister, a prodigy of magic, came looking for me after hearing rumors of “terrifying wilderness cuisine.”

She opened the door to find the aloof mage carefully controlling the temperature of a simmering soup, while the cold-blooded assassin diligently carved a radish flower.

My sister: “...Big brother, the dean is studying your Edible Guide as a cutting-edge research topic.”

I grinned. “Perfect. This new soup boosts your brain, made just for top students.”

[Reader’s guide] Serious foodie protagonist + cooking and cuisine + everyone comes around + thrilling adventure + everyday sibling life + no romance (I really can’t write romance involving a female lead).

P.S. When my mage companion started writing food reviews in the format of lab reports, I knew this otherworld was beyond saving...