On the playground of Shuguang Boarding School.
In a daze, Gu Xinghe felt as if he had lost the concept of a body.
He seemed to drift aimlessly between heaven and earth, unable to perceive the exact existence of his own body.
But as he regained consciousness, his various sensory functions gradually began to "reboot" and recover.
As a result, his dulled senses gradually returned to normal, and his overly acute perception even caused him a slight stinging sensation.
But the pain did not come from overly clear senses, but from a kind of rejection of him by this space at this moment.
In what seemed like a void of chaos, Gu Xinghe felt that the first thing to return was his vision, similar to that he had when he was a human.
And then he saw it—
In the desolate darkness, the pervasive pale red blood mist obscured the crescent moon hanging in the night sky and the starlight beside it.
The entire sky appeared incredibly dark.
At that moment, a voice filled with curiosity and excitement entered his "ears," which were also gradually returning to normal.
"Wow! It seems I really have created something extraordinary!"
"I think so too. How about I bestow upon you the title of Master of Disastrous Cuisine?"
Although at this moment it seems that he has lost the organ called mouth that he should have when he was a human being.
But when Gu Xinghe heard these words and wanted to respond...
He could clearly sense that the message he wanted to convey had been successfully transmitted to the person in front of him through some channel.
At this moment, Sylph obviously did not expect that Gu Xinghe would still have such thoughts and feelings to tell her lame jokes.
But at this moment, Sylph, who had been somewhat taken aback by Gu Xinghe's reply, quickly composed herself.
He then carefully scooped up the black liquid that was flowing on the ground.
Flowing liquids are not meant to be held in the palm of a human hand.
But at this moment, the black fluid held up by Sylph achieved this miracle that should not have happened.
Time seems to be frozen in time, losing its meaning of passing.
Because that final "one" was formed by "combining" body parts symbolized by seven ghost stories on campus.
It is a man-made monster, woven from bizarre and grotesque elements.
It is a miracle that combines the sacred and the mysterious, the divine and the human.
Thus, the liquid that should have flowed from between the fingers was frozen in time, like a photograph.
It has become a real and meaningful entity that can be celebrated.
"What kind of hellish joke are you talking about?"
Facing this pitch-black mass of matter.
Sylph's witty response made it seem as if she was communicating with a close friend.
The two were just like ordinary friends, making harmless jokes.
"I'm not joking. Given the current situation, isn't this quite fitting?"
The sound is not produced by the vibration of the vocal cords.
When she heard the voice from the being before her again, Sylph finally confirmed that the voice originated in her mind.
It was as if it were her own inner voice, formed deep within her heart.
She felt that the voice had taken root in her brain.
Like plant seeds deeply rooted in dark soil, they will be devoured by their long-tamed prey when the time is right.
Thinking of this, Sylph felt a strange, unsettling sensation, as if a foreign object had entered her body.
Sensing that Sylph seemed to be engrossed in her own thoughts and not receiving a response from her, Gu Xinghe didn't care.
At that moment, he looked down and, unsurprisingly, saw his own disintegrated, unrecognizable body—
On the ground, where some dried bloodstains and small bits of flesh remained, wisps of black mist enveloped the playground.
Surging within were clusters of misty tentacles that seemed to possess life, and flowing, liquid-like black matter.
But if you look down from the sky above the school playground at this moment...
This scene is completely dark, with strange creatures moving about within it.
It's also hard not to associate it with the bizarre, bubbling dishes that simmer under intense heat.
Therefore, seeing this scene, Gu Xinghe was not joking when he said that Sylph was a master of culinary disasters.
Sylph, who caused the current state of devastation on the school playground, certainly deserves the title.
Or rather, compared to the truly culinary disaster that Gu Xinghe experienced when he first woke up.
At this moment, as his consciousness returned, his body, which had originally resembled a lump of black mud, gradually began to deform and recover.
It is gradually starting to develop in a normal direction.
Perhaps it could be said that only his head remains somewhat intact after recovery.
From below the head, the rest of the body transformed into taut pieces of flesh and blood and tangled red muscle fibers.
Around him were tentacles that were thicker than before and an increasingly dense black mist.
Compared to the previously difficult-to-form pitch-black fluid, Gu Xinghe has now gradually recovered and "evolved" into a humanoid flesh and blood monster.
Although his body had not fully recovered, Gu Xinghe could feel himself being lifted up and placed on Sylph's lap.
She paid no attention to the strands of flesh clinging to his still-developing body, or the slight dirt on his clothes.
Perhaps they have gradually become accustomed to the strange, foreign sensation emanating from their own bodies.
At this moment, Sylph lowered her head and kissed Gu Xinghe, who was resting his head on her knees, once again.
This was not because of romantic love between lovers, but rather as a gift to the new god he had created with his own hands.
So, Gu Xinghe also gave his own response at this time.
...
And perhaps this is exactly what Gu Xinghe meant when he described Sylph as a "master of culinary disasters".
As consciousness gradually returned and reason was restored.
He began a new round of "cooking" research with Sylph in the school's laboratory—a research on himself.
In the future, a limb will be cut off from the tentacles of the mist.
Gu Xinghe, who did not feel any pain, had to sigh once again that he himself was indeed the best research material.
After watching Sylph throw the "octopus meat" into a beaker for a heating experiment, he realized that...
He could only watch the wisps of black smoke rising from the beaker and slowly turn his head away.
Compared to my previous experience surviving on campus.
Gu Xinghe found that since he stopped being human, his relationship with Sylph had become much easier.
And perhaps, in the near future, he will discover that Sylph is not just a culinary disaster in the scientific community.
In the realm of actual culinary arts, Sylph's cooking skills are also "far ahead".
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