Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Jason, who possessed defense capable of withstanding explosive-level penetration, found himself completely powerless against the puncture of this metal hand.

Skin, muscle, bone—all pierced as easily as if they were tofu.

Crack!

The owner of the metal hand swung his arm, and Jason was flung against the wall, where he finally got a clear look at the man. The man had dark skin and was in his early thirties, taller than average, and sufficiently muscular, with black hair and blue eyes. What caught Jason’s attention was that the man’s upper and lower limbs, spine, and shoulder blades had been replaced with metal.

Upon seeing the metal, Jason’s eyes began to sting as if the light reflected from the metal was already harming his eyes.

Subconsciously, Jason squinted his eyes.

Then, he swung his broad-bladed, short-handled cleaver at the man’s neck.

The cleaver struck precisely on the man’s neck.

But there was no damage to the man’s neck at all.

Not only was there no cut in the skin, but there were also no signs of having been slashed.

It was as if it was completely unharmed.

However, it wasn’t that nothing had happened.

Splat!

Jason’s neck was nearly snapped in half.

His head drooped to one side of his shoulder, his face wearing an expression of surprise.

Backlash?

That was the remnant of Jason’s thought.

The man who had been slashed just paused in his step.

He turned his head to look at Jason, and that gaze, which seemed so foreign to Jason, appeared as if it was directed at someone incredibly familiar.

"My foolish brother!"

The man spoke.

As he did, a very peculiar symbol on his forehead began to flash an odd light.

Under the light, the man’s features became blurry, even slightly distorted.

Then, without paying any more attention to Jason, he walked toward the stone cube wrapped in chains, resembling a sarcophagus.

The closer he got, the more dazzling the light from the symbol on his forehead became, and his face grew blurrier.

And Jason, who had ’resurrected,’ didn’t hesitate to thrust his knife out again.

This time, he aimed for the man’s back.

But, just like the previous strike,

This stab not only didn’t harm the man, but a horrific wound also appeared on Jason’s own chest.

Splat!

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As blood sprayed, Jason fell to the ground.

The man glanced back at Jason, his look seemingly one of reminiscence or perhaps savoring the moment, and then, he smiled softly. He bent down, gently stroking Jason’s cheek with his hand, and whispered in a drifting voice, "Truly adorable."

Then—

Bang!

The hand turned into a fist.

With a punch, Jason’s head burst open like a watermelon.

Edmund, watching through the screen, shuddered when he saw Jason’s head shatter.

He knew Jason was immortal, but such a scene was still shockingly impactful.

His breathing became involuntarily erratic.

’They’ immediately began to fluctuate.

Calm down!

Calm down!

Quickly realizing this, Edmund immediately calmed himself by adjusting his breathing, and ’they’ in his mind also swiftly returned to normal.

However, he searched his mind for information about the human-shaped "anomaly" before him.

And the answer he arrived at was: none!

What he knew.

What he had heard.

There was nothing!

Clearly, this "anomaly" wasn’t one that "Sanctuary" had taken from the "Containment" base after their previous attack; it must be an "anomaly" that "Sanctuary" itself had always possessed but never revealed before.

The worst-case scenario had still occurred!

Edmund’s brow furrowed.

The "anomalies" taken from "Containment" by "Sanctuary", though bizarre and powerful, were not insurmountable challenges for Edmund, who was well-acquainted with their traits.

The truly terrifying aspect of "anomalies" lies in the unknown!

You simply don’t know what abilities they have, what they can do.

Some abilities are a joke.

But a joke can also be deadly.

Not to mention some that are outright "apocalyptic powers".

At this thought, Edmund’s frown deepened.

After hesitating for just a second, he picked up the microphone connected to Jason’s headset.

"Jason, can you hear me?"

Perhaps due to the punch earlier, Jason’s custom headset was slow to respond.

It took a full two seconds before Jason’s voice came through.

"I can."

"Hold him off for one minute."

"I’ll find a way to counter him!" Edmund immediately said.

"Alright!"

Upon receiving Jason’s affirmative response, Edmund scanned the hundreds of large screens in front of him once again. In a flash, he issued several commands, then lapsed into a seemingly dazed state.

His brain began constructing model after model.

Starting with the appearance of the human-shaped "anomaly", he considered Jason’s conversation, behavior, style of attack, even the micro-expressions of the opponent, including his bizarre appearance as a foundation.

Bit by bit, detail by detail.

The "hundreds of people’s" brainpower began to concentrate in an unprecedented manner at this moment.

Nosebleeds started to flow again.

But Edmund didn’t care at all.

Or rather, Edmund in this state couldn’t possibly see what was happening to himself.

Meanwhile, down the alley, Jason swung his knife at the man once more.

This time, Jason didn’t go for fatal vulnerabilities but aimed for the man’s limbs instead.

Clang!

The sound of his wide-bladed short-handled machete clashing with a metallic arm rang out sharply.

Then, a cut appeared on Jason’s arm.

While chopping, Jason deliberately held back his strength.

"Smarter than before, but still not enough..."

Whoosh!

The man praised, as it seemed, but before he could finish, Jason simply raised his hand.

Whoosh!

An 8-meter-long conical Flame surged out, reminiscent of an adult dragon’s breath. The entire back alley was engulfed in flames, and then...

Jason felt the burning heat and pain of being scorched.

Not only could slashes reflect, but flames could reflect as well!

Jason quickly retreated two steps, staring at the opponent with a solemn expression.

The man completely stopped in his tracks, turned around, and regarded Jason with a gaze that said ’interesting’ and ’fun’.

"When did you start using ’Flame’?"

"Was it while herding?"

"To drive away ’wolves’..."

"I see."

The man stared at Jason, muttering to himself.

Then, a look of extreme disgust appeared in his eyes.

"You’re still trying to please Him!"

"That really is ignorance!"

"No wonder He favors you so much!"

"That really makes me... want to kill you again!"

As the man spoke, he acted accordingly.

As the last words fell, the man’s arm once again pierced through Jason’s chest, watching Jason’s eyes rapidly dim, the man laughed, a somewhat pathological grin.

"The fat of the sheep, tasty?"

"Favoured by Him?"

"Then continue to show off that favor!"

The man whispered lowly into Jason’s ear.

He withdrew his palm, wanting to watch Jason collapse powerlessly before him.

However, the moment his palm withdrew, Jason’s eyes once again burst with vitality.

Seeing this intense vitality.

The man’s dislike and hatred grew even more bitter, the symbol on his forehead began to flicker, and his face started to distort.

He raised his hand to stab Jason again.

Jason’s arm appeared in front of the man’s metallic palm; although, the next moment, that arm was severed, for Jason, it was enough.

Yi!

The force field of [Protection Against Evil] directly enveloped the man’s body.

The man was taken aback.

His twisted face seemed to freeze.

The next moment—

Hiss hiss hiss!

Like cold water poured into heated fat, sizzling sounds arose as the man’s body emitted billows of green smoke, starting to stagger backwards.

Effective!

The force field of [Protection Against Evil] was not reflected!

Jason’s eyes brightened, unhesitatingly gesturing the two signs of [Protection Against Evil], pointing them at the man.

sI oT Yn!

’i!

The force field of [Protection Against Evil] engulfed the man again.

And Jason’s physical strength began to fall sharply, but this did not stop Jason from casting [Protection Against Evil] again.

After two more consecutive strikes of [Protection Against Evil], Jason’s vitality faded once more.

The staggering man saw this and first froze in shock, then laughed out loud.

"That’s the cost of being favored!"

"My foolish brother!"

"You never understand, what you’ve received has already been marked with a price in the shadows—just as what I encountered when I first killed you, and what I went through."

"Look at what He does?"

"He exiled me, and then..."

"Gave you a coffin?"

The man nearly roared.

Rage completely twisted his face and soul, the symbol on his forehead shining with an unprecedented glow.

Under the light, another face emerged on the man’s distorted visage.

Pale complexion, sharp fangs, and eyes that were bloodthirsty and ruthless.

However, this appearance was fleeting.

But even with that brief flash, the man’s wounds instantly healed.

Then, as he looked towards the rocky cube resembling a coffin, that face disappeared, leaving only mockery, ridicule, and a profound schadenfreude.

"Look at this coffin."

"Guess, why do you think its chains are there?"

"My foolish brother!"

The man spoke again and then completely turned his body to face the coffin.

And behind him, Jason, resurrected once more, raised his hand and cast another [Protection Against Evil].

The force field emerged, enveloping the man.

Jason’s breath faded again.

"Ah!"

In painful screams, the man felt like he was being fooled by Jason.

No!

He was fooled by Him!

"Do you think I would submit like this?"

"I’ll tear him into pieces."

"Let’s see how you revive him then!"

The man roared, charging at Jason.

Then, the resurrected Jason repelled him with another [Protection Against Evil].

When the force field of [Protection Against Evil] dissipated, and the man charged at Jason again, Jason was resurrected once more, casting another [Protection Against Evil].

After repeating this cycle over ten times, the look in the man’s eyes was no longer that of dislike or hatred, but of loathing and murderous intent. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Why are you so highly favored by Him!"

"Why is it you!"

"Not me!"

The man yelled wildly, charging at Jason once again.

It seemed the man was willing to abandon all just to kill Jason.

But when the force field of [Protection Against Evil] emerged, the man retreated in pain once more.

Despite [Protection Against Evil] being capable of pushing him back, it couldn’t cause fatal injuries; it was merely superficial damage, which healed as the man breathed.

If once isn’t enough, then ten times!

If ten times aren’t enough, then a hundred times!

Jason persisted in his belief.

After all, at this time, he was ’Jason of a Hundred Lives’.

And at this moment, Edmund’s voice, broken and intermittent, rang out—

"Weakness found."

"It’s..."

"The coffin!"