Today, using his imagination, Al created a dish called Slime Tomato Fish Soup.
He was even lucky enough to create a glowing dish that he had never made before.
"Does this mean that ordinary ingredients are not enough to make glowing dishes?"
Monster ingredients, yes, this time the dish glowed because I added monster ingredients.
Given this situation, perhaps if I want to eat more good food, I'll need to deal with those monsters…
The book contains a lot of information about monsters, such as slimes, goblins, minotaurs, werewolves, vampires, and mimics.
Now, the only thing he can get close to, and feels he can beat, is a slime.
"Therefore, the next goal is to explore the possibilities of slime cooking as deeply as possible."
Slime is more than just a fish soup ingredient; it must have other possibilities.
He already had some ideas. That sweet and cool texture, along with its incredibly bouncy body, wasn't it the perfect ingredient for some kind of dessert?
With new ideas in mind, El closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. He had decided to go to that lake again tomorrow and bring back some slimes.
In the morning, as the first rays of sunlight shone through the window onto Al's face, he opened his eyes precisely on time.
Good morning, world.
He sat up, showing no reluctance to leave the bed, and picked up the jam-filled bread from the table, stuffing it into his mouth.
This is a very simple breakfast prepared by my parents; they've already gone to work.
After finishing four pieces of bread, he was still not satisfied. He picked up the sword he had used to cut down the slime yesterday, went out, and headed towards the woods.
"El, so early today?"
"Yeah, let's go out for a walk and see if we can catch some rabbits or something, so we can add a meat dish to the house."
He greeted a passing villager, who was also an acquaintance he had met fishing by the river the day before.
"Good luck then. Be careful, I saw a wild boar in the woods a few days ago."
The villagers told Al that the wild boar looked very energetic and charged at him with its tusks the moment it saw him.
Luckily, he could climb trees. He hid in a tree for half a day until the wild boar left and he was safe.
"Okay, okay..."
El wasn't afraid of wild boars or anything like that. He could always feel that his strength increased a little bit after each meal.
Especially yesterday, after eating so many slime-glowing dishes, I felt a significant transformation for the first time.
El thought to himself that if he were facing a wild boar now, he might be able to raise his sword and slide tackle to kill it.
"Well, we can't be too confident, or we'll get carried away."
Putting the idea of using a slide tackle to kill the pig out of his mind, Al continued forward, passing by a few villagers or children, and entered the woods along yesterday's route.
"Splash..."
The woods were as deep as ever, and the only sounds were birdsong and the flowing of a stream.
El washed his hands in the crystal-clear stream, splashing some water onto his arms to cool them down.
At that moment, he had a different feeling.
As his palms touched the flowing water, he felt as if he were enveloped by the water, able to communicate with it, as if he had achieved some kind of wonderful resonance.
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