Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills

System prompt: [Predator] effect is triggered, attack and physique attributes are enhanced.

System prompt: [Synchronous Stomach Bag] effect is triggered, and the skill [Bite Lv0] is acquired.

[Bite]: It comes from the terrifying bite force of the monster snapping turtle that can break through steel. When the skill takes effect, you will get a good tooth to easily bite through the enemy's defense.

A braised snapping turtle with rice tastes very good.

Moreover, the quality of the ingredients of the snapping turtle has an S grade. After Dawn's careful cooking, the grade of the finished dish broke through the SS grade without any pressure.

This is a dish level that is easy to trigger [Synchronous Stomach Bag] and spawn new skills.

"[Bite]? Well, the snapping turtle's bite force is really strong." Donne looked at the skill introduction on the personal information panel, rubbed his chin and pondered in his heart:

"However, at first I thought that I would spawn a defensive skill like [Tortoise Shell]. It would be better to hit a big luck and upgrade my [Hardening] skill, but I didn't expect it to be an attack skill."

Although it is not quite the same as imagined, [Bite] looks pretty good from the description.

only……

Attack the enemy with a direct bite...

"Good guy, if I encounter a food monster in the future, if I activate the [Bite] skill, isn't it equivalent to holding the monster and eating sashimi?"

After thinking about and complaining about the usage of the new skills, Don turned off his personal panel.

At this time, Maverick Bain was hugging his own plate, licking the last few grains of rice with the little soup remaining.

In the end, Bain put down the plate that had been licked clean by his ox tongue, and patted his round belly beautifully:

"Mr. Dorn! It's so delicious! The snapping turtle meat you made is really delicious!"

"It's not just snapping turtles. I'm also confident that the ducks and pigeons you raise are delicious." Don responded with a smile.

"Then I have to eat several more times!" The little tauren's eyes lit up, and then he seemed to think of something, and his originally excited spirit weakened, "That, Brother Dawn? Moo, I can Call you that?"

"Yes, this name sounds very friendly. There are several other human boys who are older than you, and they also call me that." Dawn just smiled.

"Brother Dawn, are you really planning to challenge the Cretan bull?" the little tauren asked.

"Of course, this is the purpose of my coming here." Dawn didn't hesitate.

"But that's very dangerous. I mean... Among my ancestors, there were many warriors who never came back after entering the temple. In fact, many people think that no matter who they are, as long as they enter that temple , and never come back.”

"In this case, why do you still hold the [Blood and Horn] competition, why do you still insist on challenging the temple?"

"Moo! Tauren, be fearless!" Bain the calf shook his head, his voice sonorous and forceful.

Don: ...

Good guy, what a brave cow.

Bain continued: "Moreover, everyone in the group wants to go out and see the outside world. In this maze, our group cannot develop."

"Oh? You are not very old, but you can see very far." Donne raised his eyebrows slightly.

Maverick shook his head: "No, I just need to see what is in front of me. There are monsters and organs everywhere in the maze. Where we live, we have limited food."

"Therefore, there has always been such a rule in the ethnic group - the number of our Minotaurs must be controlled within 328 people."

"Three hundred and twenty-eight..." Dawn repeated the number.

It seems that these tauren occupy three habitats in the ruins, and after living for generations, they come up with the upper limit of population capacity.

no way.

As the calf Bane said, to survive in this dark labyrinth, the place to live cannot be expanded, and food can only be raised on a monster farm that cannot be further developed.

Limited resources limited the Minotaur population size.

"What if your population exceeds three hundred and twenty-eight?" Don asked again.

"Population?" Maverick repeated the somewhat awkward word, then shook the cow's head and began to talk:

"The rules left by the ancestors say that when the number of people in the group exceeds this number, disasters will occur. So... once the number of people in the group exceeds 328, a lottery will start for the whole group."

"Draw lots?"

"Moo, whoever gets the red lottery, whether it's a chief shaman or an ordinary tauren, must leave the group and live in the depths of the maze alone. Several years ago, my father got the red lottery... So, how much Brother En, I want to go out, I want to get out of here with Grandpa and Grandma Tamara and everyone, and go outside."

When the little tauren said this, he felt a little depressed.

Don: ...

Presumably all tauren should know that the so-called living in the depths of the maze is actually exile and death.

But Don didn't speak.

No comment was made on the set of rules passed down from generation to generation by the tauren.

The two were silent for a while.

"Brother Don, I lied to you about something yesterday." After a while, Maverick Bain suddenly said this.

"Huh? About what?"

"That's right, when I first met you, I told you that Grandpa and Grandma Tamara asked me to take care of your life here." Maverick said with a guilty tone, "It's not like that."

Don nodded, but didn't answer.

However, he recalled that when he met the little tauren for the first time in Benisha's tent, he was as guilty as he is now for a certain period of time.

"Grandpa originally planned to arrange for Sister Benisha to take care of your life here. Because my sister has half human blood and is about the same age as you, Grandpa thinks that you will be able to chat better. But I told Grandpa and Tamar The grandma stalked her so hard that they finally decided to replace me."

The little tauren continued.

"Huh?" Dawn was slightly surprised.

Did the tauren chief who dared to love originally arrange for the white-haired and red-eyed beast mother Benisha to be his little follower?

This... Chief Kane understands very well.

"I'm sorry, Brother Dawn. I did that because, because you are an adventurer from outside, I want to know more about outside things through you." Bane scratched his head:

"But Brother Dawn, you are so kind, you also invited me to eat such delicious snapping turtle meat, so... If you want to return to Sister Benisha to take care of your daily life these days, I can go and talk to grandpa now of."

"There's nothing to apologize for." Don just smiled and shook his head. "And we get along very well, don't we? Don't bother Benisha."

This is Dawn's sincere words. He and this little tauren get along very well.

"Really?" Bain laughed foolishly.

Knowing that Dawn didn't intend to replace him, the little tauren was extremely happy!

Brother Don is indeed a good man!

In this way, the two chatted for a while with a feeling of fullness. Slowly, the light feather nets hanging in more habitats were put away by the tauren.

Vision becomes dim.

This shows that in this habitat, except for the guards, everyone else is about to start sleeping.

At this time, Maverick Bane just asked the question he wanted to know the most: "Brother Dawn, what is the outside world like?"

"The outside world, right?" Donne smiled, "I can let you see, hear, and feel directly."

"Moo?"

Before Bain could react, he saw a dark red, ominous nightmare aura suddenly swept over Donn's side, sweeping involuntarily.

The little tauren was wrapped in the breath of nightmare, and immediately fell into the dream constructed and woven by Donne, and fell asleep peacefully.

"Have a sweet dream, Maverick."

Donne glanced at the little tauren, said so, then got up and left.