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Chapter 193 - 193 182 Baked Cheese with Shellfish Meat and the Crisis 13

193: Chapter 182: Baked Cheese with Shellfish Meat and the Crisis (1/3) 193: Chapter 182: Baked Cheese with Shellfish Meat and the Crisis (1/3) “What they call a Sublimation Weapon is essentially a simple Primordial Seed power pump, a sturdy pressure chamber, and a nozzle,”

With complete blueprints, materials, and a design concept, two hours was more than sufficient.

After all, Ian could take care of the most difficult aspects himself—the compact power system, the attack guidance, precise targeting, and pressure amplification.

This is why on the Terra Continent, one might encounter devices that seem advanced but are essentially primitive in design—the key modules with the highest technical content are likely to be the Terra People themselves.

There’s no need to mention the theoretically boundless technical content of Primordial Seeds and Spirit Energy.

The high-pressure water shooter in Ian’s hand appeared as a small cannon barrel; forty-five centimeters long, eight centimeters in diameter, cylindrical, with a conical nozzle at the front and a handle, charging port, and firing trigger at the back.

The highest technical aspect of the whole Sublimation Device was actually the material of the barrel.

Ian had imitated the Ether Armament Anti-Impact Plates and Alchemical Cannon from Viscount Grant to create this small Alchemy Cannon Barrel.

Although deemed a failure due to insufficient strength and set aside,

its inferior quality was more than sufficient for the high-pressure water stream.

“Time to test the power,”

thought Ian.

“But there’s no rush.

The Silver Chip and Foresight View haven’t detected any defects or inferior quality, proving that it should work flawlessly in theory.

Still, I should find some time to test the power and handling.

That way, I can ensure it won’t fail me at a critical moment.”

“As for now…

it’s time to go home and rest.”

After a day of toiling—creating and taking a Demi-Magic Potion, testing the strength of the Fairy Wings, harassing a Pirate Fleet with the Ironclad Shark, and now manually crafting a High-Pressure Water Gun—

Only a Sublimator with an Ancient Dragon Heart Core like Ian could handle so much without collapsing from exhaustion.

“These clam meats…”

After tidying up the workshop, Ian glanced at the nearly dismantled Giant Clam and pondered how to dispose of the remains.

Soon, he reached the correct conclusion: “I’ll make some soup tomorrow morning.”

The most efficient way to dispose of a body was obviously to eat it.

As for the shell…

Ian reached out, skillfully broke it into pieces, crushed it into powder with his hands, then stepped outside and threw it into the Ivoke River.

The next day.

Elan, who awoke early to train, smelled something delicious.

Groggily stepping out of his room, he saw several dishes already laid out on the table.

Cheesy baked clam meat, garlic clam meat, seaweed soup, and grilled apples.

“So lavish!?”

Elan was shocked at first.

He sniffed the air, rubbed his eyes, and for a moment wasn’t sure if he was dreaming: “Wow…

there’s so much today?!”

“You’re up?”

From the kitchen came Ian’s voice, tinged with mirth: “Eat first today, then read.

If you start feeling warm, go and exercise.

All this food is very nutritious.”

“Go wash up,” he said, and Elan obediently replied, “Okay~” before going to the back to wash his face and rinse his mouth.

The Flesh and Blood of Magical Beasts was too precious to waste, and Elan had been feeling a bit unwell lately due to “abnormalities.” Consuming more Primordial Essence would at least prevent any negative changes due to malnutrition.

However, Elan still doesn’t possess a Primordial Seed, incapable of directly drawing in the Origin Quality from food, so it’s best to get moving after eating to start digestion, by accelerating blood circulation, slowing down the digestive speed, and increasing the duration that Origin Quality circulates throughout the body.

After Ian finished cleaning the kitchenware, Elan was also done washing up, and the two brothers began to have breakfast.

The baked cheese baked giant clam was slightly bland in taste, its main appeal being the texture and the sweet flavor of the clam meat, making it suitable for breakfast.

The essence and Origin Quality-infused flesh of the Giant Clam Magical Beast was originally tough, but for Terra People’s teeth, it was just right.

Biting into it produced a satisfying crunch, and one could even clearly hear the sound of muscle fibers being severed by their teeth, while the baked cheese’s aroma complemented the clam’s sweetness and the refreshing dairy fragrance filled the mouth.

There’s no need to elaborate on the stir-fried garlic clam meat; the fried garlic with its unique charred aroma mixed with the rich and sweet clam meat, creating a delightful sensation as the food slid into the stomach after chewing, was simply a kind of enjoyment.

The baked apples and kelp soup were more ordinary, only that Ian saw a few leftover apples at home, the fire hadn’t died down, so he casually washed them to roast for eating—oddly enough, Elan liked them cooked, saying they had a warm fruity aroma, very mellow, which Ian didn’t quite understand, but as long as his brother enjoyed them, that was fine.

As for Ian himself, he wasn’t particularly fond of fruits, or rather, those fruits that required peeling.

He liked oranges, tangerines, and bananas, but apples and pears were just so-so for him; his least favorite was the pomegranate, which took forever to peel, and you’d only get a tiny bite in your mouth, and then there were the seeds.

The kelp soup was something Ian had picked up on his way out in the morning, and making soup was always a good idea, it was just a shame that there was no pork rib.

Ian had started to think about what kind of rib-carrying Magical Beasts to hunt later on—buying was just too expensive.

In this world, if you want to eat reliable, safe, and affordable high-quality food, you have to be self-sufficient.

After eating and drinking their fill, Ian taught Elan some basic mathematics to develop his logical thinking abilities, and then prepared to go outside to test the lethality of his water gun.

Elan’s education wasn’t just Ian’s concern—Elder Prude would also take the time to give lessons and teach literature when available.

Over the past four years, Ian had been consistently hunting the wild beasts and Magical Beasts around Harrison Port, serving as practice, supplementing nutrients, but more importantly, one thing.

Magical Beasts taste very good.

Not all parts of a Magical Beast can be eaten—some are too hard, some do not have a suitable texture for consumption—but the parts that can be eaten are always delicious.

Before heading out to hunt, Ian gave a glance at his Foresight View fish.

The results left him a bit surprised.

“Crimson red?”

His eyebrows quirked, and he felt somewhat amused, “What’s going on?

I’m just going out hunting, and yet I might encounter a deadly danger?”

But soon, this crimson red faded away and even disappeared.

When Ian became aware that he might encounter a potentially deadly attack, the crisis no longer existed.

As long as he stayed in the city, there would be no issues.

“It seems that the severity of the crisis isn’t absolute; as long as I’m aware of it, there’s no real threat to my life,” he concluded.

After this realization, Ian was even more determined to go and check out the situation.

No matter whether the source of the crisis was the Natives, a Magical Beast, or Patrick, the fact that they might have a way to endanger his life without his notice was concerning.

After all, Ian couldn’t possibly carry his Foresight View fish with him at all times, let alone the fact that constantly carrying it would negate its predictive effect…

So, with the ability to foresee, it was imperative to figure out the enemy’s real tactics as soon as possible.

With these thoughts in mind, Ian reminded Elan to remember to boil water to drink after his exercises, and then he prepared to leave the house.

Before stepping out of their little cottage, he casually took a sword from the cabinet by the door and also brought along the high-pressure water gun he had just made.

It was time to go hunting.