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//Phantom//ghost..or demon?

Shi La. Shura as her real name was wacky, maniac a crazy girl. "Don't bullshit about me, I'll take your head!" Shura spoke to the writer, pointing his knife. Then he kicked the writer off the stage and started speaking. "I am Shura. The most perfect creature of the entire Realm. Intelligent, smart, brave, beautiful, the best, the most beautiful, the most perfect-" "Is it over ?" The writer, who was thrown off the stage, could not help but ask. "Why are you lying to the readers?" Shura sneered and said, "How would you know, ignorant?" "I write, I won't know, but who will?" he couldn't help but say. Shura froze as soon as she heard that. Then, slyly, he pointed his gun at the writer and said, "You will write me as the most perfect, richest, most beautiful and strongest creature in the universe!" he threatened. The writer changed the fiction he wrote by crying in a corner and trying so hard. The character that had to grow up, like Chinese novels, was the strongest from birth. "We didn't get it, if there is no innocent girl, bad boy, tradition, religion and mafia, what taste is fiction?" said the readers. "Shut up, you bastards" Shura continued with disdain, "Will you find someone more pure-hearted than me, better than me? Traditions? It doesn't bind me. Rules are made for me to break it! Religion? Ahahaha! What does the devil know about religion? Mafia? Please don't compare those brats with me! And bad boy? There can only be two kinds of men who skewed me! One is not yet born, the second is dead!” ___ Cover belongs to me.

_Kazuki_Kirigaya_ · Fantasy
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Bought a few vegetables before returning home.

When I got back to the house, I shook the boy off my head and went to the kitchen. After I tied my long hair with a hairpin, I rolled up my sleeves and started washing the vegetables. When I heard the voice behind me, I realized that the boy was sitting and watching me.

Ignoring that, I focused all my attention on the food. Since I don't like to waste time, I have already started to chop vegetables professionally with my hands.

Then I quickly took the meat, washed it and started massaging it until I put the oily side of the meat in the pan and waited for it to sizzle.

Massage was essential to soften the meat.

Then I cut the meat into cubes and lightly oiled it with olive oil and sent it to the oils in the pot. I closed the lid of the pot and left it to the fire to let the meat steam and soften on its own, while I returned to the vegetables. While I was quickly washing the rice and making pilaf in a second pot, I was cooking the vegetables in another bowl.

I was doing it so fast and so focused that I was officially isolated from my environment.

Actually, cooking was my hobby.

Otherwise, we were one of those people who wouldn't lift a finger if you killed someone like me.

I smiled when I saw that the tail fat had melted slightly when I probed the meat.

Rice, stir-fries and meat.

That was our menu for today.

Oh, and cake!

After quickly setting the ingredients for the cake and making the cake batter, it wasn't long before I was stunned.

There was no oven in this world!

No oven?

I grit my teeth and deal with the food. Then, after I put them all on low fire, I quickly went to my room and took out the materials from my ring.

This time I was going to bake!

Fortunately, it didn't take long to make.

I flashed a satisfying smile as I quickly moved the oven to the kitchen and sent the cake batter into the oven.

until...

Until you get a burning smell.

Anxiously, I approached the stove. The rice was over cooked and if I had been a little later it would probably have bottomed out (burned).

I felt the meat. The flesh, too, had lost its vitality and became soft. I should have added salt to the meat since it had become like this. I didn't throw it before because when I put salt in the meat beforehand, it made the meat tough.

In a few minutes the food was all ready.

The house smelled so good that even a man broke into the house!

Thief!

He was also trying to steal my food!

But before me, my mother acted and smashed the pan on the man's head.

I swallowed.

It means that the weapons of mothers after slippers are pans...

I wonder what they would beat it with after the pan.

*shivers*

I do not want even think!

When the house started to smell good, I turned to the oven.

It was cake. From my ring I removed the dust that I had previously made from plants and some edibles.

Yep, these powders are actually gravy!

While I was waiting for this cake to cool, I prepared the sauce and poured it on the cake after the sauce had cooled. Otherwise, if I poured it while it was hot, it would spoil the cake.

Then I decorated the cake with various fruits.

When I put everything on the table, there was a knock on the door.

I clapped my hands and looked at my masterpiece.

I smiled in satisfaction.

I did a really great job.

Of course someone like me is doing it, what if it wasn't great? heh!

My mother walked in with another man.

Wait, this guy looks familiar to me for some reason, but...

I can't take it out.

God damn! Nevermind.

Now I was just thinking about my rumbling stomach. This familiar man sat at the table with all of us.

"Shi La, your uncle…" Mom said, pointing at the man. Will my mind be there when I dip bread into the fat of the meat?

Of course not!

My mother sighed at me and started talking to my uncle. Then my grandfather got all the attention with an artificial cough.

"Shi La, I say give back what you took now?"

I looked at my grandfather in surprise. What was this old man saying?

Wants my crystals?

Did he know what I did today?

No!

If I die, I will not give it again!

Mine!

My crystals!

I won them with my own hard work!

Nah I will!

You lick your palm!

You see in your dreams!

When he started to stare at my grandfather, he laughed and pointed to uncle and said, "I'm talking about the purse you carry out of your pocket on the go," and a "Haaa!" I took the . If you had told me earlier, old man, you scared me.

I took the pouch out of my storage ring and threw it directly at uncle. When I was hungry, I did not have the head to calculate something.

That's why I didn't burn my versiques.

Of course, when you're at dinner!

After eating the rest I would think!

-To be continued-