Survive different worlds with the all-purpose skill 'Condiment Creation'! [Web version]

- Day 2 of life in different worlds -

A naturally rich, otherworldly morning begins with a scene-like morning of animation.

The dazzling light of the morning sun softly illuminates my face, and the chirping of the little bird informs me of the morning.

And Dos, the voice of dirty Osama said, "Noah! Sai! Dryer!" and Sounds Dodo r......

Hey, you're screaming early this morning. Fucking Dad, come here for a second.

I can't sleep twice, listening to Osama scream.

I have no choice but to rub my sleepy eyes and wake up and BGM Osama's screams and wash my face.

Basshassey!

Bashadlyar!

Bash ~ n

It's called 'suh-un'.

Let's completely ignore Osama's voice now.

There's a washroom in this world, but it looks like there's no water supply.

Instead, the faucet has a small demonic stone attached to it.

When I touch the demon stone, the water comes out, and when I touch it again, the water stops.

The same way it shined light.

Instead of light bulbs and LEDs, the Demon Stone is glowing and lit.

Instead of electricity, water and gas, I think they use demon stones to make demon stone products that are not appliances.

I guess that's why even Goblin's Demon Stone is in demand.

I have nothing to do when I wake up early in the morning, so let's use the skills I learned yesterday in the washroom.

Check the status first.

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Name: Tatsuya

Age: 10

Gender: Male

Race: High Elves

Status: Normal

Lv: 1 (MAX)

HP: 100/100

MP: 0/0

Physical Attack: 100

Magic Attack: 100

Arm strength: 50

Health: 50

Intelligence: 90

Spirit: 320000

Agility: 70

Luck: 100 (MAX)

[Skills]

Item box, different world languages

[Unique Skills]

Condiment Creation: Lv.2

(Cooking seasoning Lv.2 - Confectionery seasoning Lv.2)

[Title]

Wizard of Sorrow, Beginning Mind

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[Cooking seasoning: Lv.2]

• Soy sauce and sauce

- Spices and eggs

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Let's make it from eggs.

Imagine an egg and an M-size egg appears on your right hand side.

Compakah

Yellow is a normal egg.

Seeing the eggs flowing into the washroom made me feel a little wasted.

Next, I'll try to make spices.

"The spices that seem highly aggressive... are Habanero, right?

Let's serve some habanero sauce. "

Imagine bright red habanero sauce.

Red liquid came out of my hand.

Looks like he could use it.

This world with no cars, trains, etc., and demons should have bad logistics.

I can't carry it safely, and I can't carry it in bulk.

I mean, there wouldn't be a lot of spices out there.

I don't think people and demons in such a world are highly spicy and resistant.

If that's the case, let's go check on Osama's voice screaming fast.

If you're in danger, I'll repel you at Havanero Beam.

Beth, I wasn't freaking out about Osama's voice, was I?

Looking for Osama relying on his voice, he heard it from the demolition yard.

Take a deep breath and calm your mind, slowly opening the door.

Gi ~

The connecting eyes of the door were rusty and the sound of the opening sounded.

Naturally, the sound of it revealed that I had opened the door, which makes me eye to eye with Mukimkiosan, who was inside.

I can't believe Osama, horribly mucky, was swinging with an axe screaming.

Mukimkiosan with the axe walked over here silently.

Don't get lost, gently close the door.

I didn't see anything. You like that?

If you think so and you try to walk away, the door can be opened.

The wild Mukimkiosan appeared.

"Why did you close the door?

"Oh, a stranger with an axe walked silently, so I wanted to escape reality."

"... well. Who are you, by the way?

I'm convinced.

"It's called the Tatsuya I had you stay in the Guild Lounge yesterday. Where's Odysan?"

"You are. I'm Gerald, the guild master here."

Gilmouth! You're so scary.

He's about 190cm tall and I don't want to get involved with muscular lumps of mukimkiosan or anything.

Gilmouth looks vicious with the receptionist's cuteness recoil.

Try to be a safe adventurer so you never lose your call.

"By the way, why is the Alliance Master practicing in the morning?

"If you don't move your body from time to time, it's dangerous.

Gilmouth's work is all about paperwork, and it's only about morning that I can move my body. "

Oh? What? This mukimuki macho is.

Are you Gilmouth, the outgoing head?

"I see you have an item box.

It is easy for adventurers to get into trouble with each other for other magic and skills that are unavailable.

If you have any problems, come and tell me directly. "

I'd like to say that I'm tangled up in an odyssand with an axe right now.

"I heard that the problem between adventurers is that the guild is not involved..."

"Never mind. There's not a single adventurer in this country with an item box.

I'll protect you if you're in enough trouble.

That's all the item boxes are worth "

Unlike what he looks like, this guy has a beautiful head.

I thought it was a bad one when I came over here silently with an axe because the pussy looks like a brain muscle type.

Looks like you're on my side, and let's not defy it.

Tell Gilmouth I appreciate it and then go back to the break room.

If you come back to the break room, you have nothing to do.

A little early, but I was thinking about going out for a goblin exorcism, and the door opened.

It's the angel, Mr. Leanbell.

It is solidified with a kyotoned face.

"Is that it? Are you awake already?

"Good morning. I woke up in the voice of Gilmouth's morning practice."

"Oh well. That's a shame.

I came early to see you sleep. "

Could it be a pulse ant?

We just met yesterday in different worlds, but I don't mind at all.

Rather, please.

I don't even hate being told straight that I wanted to see you sleep.

I'm the type of person who waits without attacking even if I have thoughts.

As a result, I set a record of 32 years without her.

Note that updates are still in progress.

"I'll give you breakfast so we can eat together," Mr. Leanbell offered me bread.

You didn't really come to see me sleep, you came to deliver breakfast.

Then tell me so, because I'm the easy type to get the wrong idea.

Nevertheless, he's been very attentive even though he just got me an adventurer registration reception.

Mr. Lienbell is a really sweet, angelic person.

Breakfast with an angel, would there be such a lovely morning else, no...... no!

The way angels are eating bread in front of them is cute and soothing.

That's all that makes the bread taste good.

Such a sacred and sober morning BGM says, "Nooo!" Gilmouth screams.

I'm sorry that Gilmouth seems so personable, but I'm going to hate Gilmouth.

When I finished eating bread, just an innocent energetic receptionist went to work.

"Good morning...... isn't it early, Senior Bell?

"Oh, yeah, good morning.

I'm worried about the adventurer kid I signed up for yesterday. "

"Ah, that's the kid Senior Bell was mad at yesterday."

Don't look so niggly.

I didn't think you'd be mad at me either.

"This is Tatsuya I signed up for yesterday. Best regards,"

"Nice to meet you. I'm Marl."

Me boy...... you say?!

The guild's receptionists are "healing, sexy, and bogus," and the delicacies are too thick.

It must be Gilmouth's strategy to improve the quality of the receptionist and keep the adventurer out of this city.

He's pretty smart.

Brain-muscle-like face.

In the meantime, let's thank Mr Marr for knowing his name.

This guy's gonna be easy to talk to, so he's gonna be your friend.

By the way, Mr. Marr is breastfeeding, but that's good again.

Mr. Leanbell is swelling up reasonably well, but that's good again.

Mr. Acorn is big enough to look forward to when he flies the button, but that's good again.

If you don't have her for 32 years, you won't be able to judge a woman by her breasts.

Women's breasts are sacred and greatly appreciated, big or small.

"Surely this child might be concerned ~.

I've never seen such a little boy as an adventurer before. "

"Is that it? It's possible to register adventurers from the age of 10, right?

"It's true it's registrable.

But there's something like an implicit understanding of registering as early as 12 or 3 years old.

There are quite a few kids who register as adventurers when they're 10. "

If you were 12 or 3, you'd be about middle school, but if you were 10, you'd be in fourth grade.

You should change the subject, because it's difficult for people to ask you about your qualities like this.

"Is Mr. Marr a junior to Mr. Lienbell?

"Ugh, yeah. I just got a job six months ago.

Beh, Senior Bell was my mentor. "

Is that it? Why are you in the light of just asking about your relationship with Mr. Lienbell?

This guy... that's suspicious.

"I'm worried about Marl because he's still dangerous.

Sometimes if you don't look, you fail. "

"Beh, that's how Senior Bell sees you, so you can work with confidence.

Because he's a really cute, sweet, cute senior. "

I began to praise Mr. Lienbell with a reddish face and mojimoji.

Ha-ha-ha, I get it.

Is Mr. Marr from that side of the family? You're an ant!!