The Demon's Menu

Chapter 86: Discovery and Waiting

The meat pie in his mouth had just been swallowed.

Jason then realized that the street before his eyes had disappeared.

His clothing had changed once again, from black trousers, a white shirt, and a black vest, with a long black coat, into plain trousers and long sleeves.

Thinking of something, Jason subconsciously started to check.

The result allowed Jason to breathe a sigh of relief.

‘The books given by the old gentleman, the hockey mask,’ ‘the wide-blade short-handle machete,’ ‘Winchester Brothers,’ ‘Beastmaster’s Dagger,’ ‘Gravedigger’s Dagger,’ and so on were all present.

Most importantly, the strength he had acquired in the instance was still there.

Silently feeling the power in his body, Jason began to look around.

At this moment, he was sitting in a high-backed chair.

In front of him was a simple, round table draped with a dark tablecloth, on which silverware was set.

Then,

there was only greyness around him.

As if it were filled with fog, his perception, more than twice that of ordinary people, couldn’t make out anything inside at all.

Moreover, he couldn’t move.

Jason tried to stand up.

But it was mostly just a tendency, then he felt as if a mountain had been pressed upon him, making it impossible for him to budge.

His hands rested on the arms of the chair, and there was no way he could lift them; only the tips of his fingers could slightly raise.

One could say that apart from being able to twist his neck rather normally, Jason was completely bound to the chair.

Under such conditions, trying to investigate anything was extremely difficult.

In the end, Jason’s gaze fell on the table in front of him.

The black notebook lay next to the cutlery.

Jason didn’t need to turn it; the notebook opened on its own.

Below the previous text, there were new lines of text.

“The food has filled the stomach!”

“The hunger is gone!”

“One should feel happy!”

(Annotation: Primitive table manners, you lack grace but are very direct.)

…

The text paused here.

As Jason focused his attention again, more text started to appear.

“Main quest (completed)!”

“Hunting performance: good!”

“Cooking performance: average!”

“Combat performance: excellent!”

“

He crouched in the bushes, retreating step by step.

But after only two steps back, the leader felt he bumped into something solid.

Instinctively, he looked back.

What the leader saw was a towering figure wearing a hockey mask, and above all… a raised machete.

The next moment—

The blade descended.

Thud!