Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 1067 - 833: Going Up with a Punch

Chapter 1067: Chapter 833: Going Up with a Punch

The chefs at Aisha’s estate hadn’t prepared such a lavish feast in years. They even had to urgently order ingredients, with drones delivering fresh supplies to the mansion, enabling them to work tirelessly to meet the restaurant’s insatiable demands.

Eat! Eat!

Pan Ruiyi grabbed from both sides, her hands diving into the plates.

Kebab skewers, buckwheat noodles, grilled tuna meat, pineapple slices, soybean mash, pomegranates, lamb chops, avocado sauce, milkshakes, croissants, tomato juice, meat-stuffed pancakes, shrimp, fried rice, spiced chicken, mixed nuts... the chefs exhausted their full repertoire of recipes, determined to satisfy the abyssal maw that Aisha had seemingly summoned from nowhere.

Once these hundred dishes were placed on the table, their fate was sealed—they were destined to be devoured, helplessly watching themselves get seized and stuffed into what seemed like a bottomless pit.

"Waaaah—"

"What on earth..."

"Captain..."

"Still eating!"

"Does she ever feel full?!"

"No wonder... no wonder she’s so tall and strong..." Everyone was utterly stunned.

Whether it was Pan Ruiyi’s teammates who came along this time or Aisha’s servants, none of them would ever forget the sight of Pan Ruiyi feasting voraciously right before their eyes!

She looked just like a terrifying creature from a monster movie.

Pan Ruiyi had an exceptionally attractive lower face, with bright and full lips and radiant, flawless skin. But here, she resembled nothing more than a shredder, the sound of food sliding over her lips and being torn apart and chewed filling the room.

As for Aisha’s chefs, their careers visibly took a toll right before their eyes.

Their fingers trembled, sweat drenched their bodies, and their minds were in chaos.

Especially when they heard that the hundreds of pounds of food brought out from the kitchen had all been consumed by one person, a deep sense of dread overcame them.

If it had been a newly purchased crocodile or lion from Miss Aisha, perhaps it’d make sense! But even a ferocious beast could not consume this much food.

The chefs carried out a whole roast lamb from the oven, sorrowfully expressing to Aisha that if even this lamb was insufficient for the guest, they would resign starting today.

Aisha couldn’t help but shed a tear.

She had long believed that her family’s servants were all lazy good-for-nothings and the chefs incompetent hacks who didn’t earn their pay.

But today’s events proved that her servants were actually hardworking, tireless loyalists, and the chefs were truly brave, determined, and unyielding warriors.

Overcome with respect for them, Aisha personally escorted the roast lamb from the kitchen to the dining room.

She held one end of the large iron skewer, while Hasan held the other, and together they carried the 40-pound roast lamb to the table.

When the roast lamb entered the dining hall, Pan Ruiyi’s body moved like a mountain. She stood from her seat.

Empty plates were stacked into small hills before her—she had consumed the provisions of an entire platoon within half an hour.

At this moment, none of the others at the table knew where to direct their gaze.

Should they look blankly away to avoid the invincible giantess of a captain, or bravely fix their eyes on her, exposing their fragile lenses to Pan Ruiyi’s towering audacity?

Pan Ruiyi took a deep breath. After consuming more than a hundred types of spices from the Near East Region, she felt a variety of flavors dancing on her tongue, as if once she spoke, the remnants of those delicacies would transform into little sprites scrambling to escape through the gaps in her teeth.

"Enough." Pan Ruiyi raised a hand. "Just set it down."

A sense of relief swept over Aisha’s body.

She smiled from sheer happiness while tears inexplicably streamed down her face.

Oh heavens, how could she eat so much? Why not eat this lamb as well? After all, I went to such great lengths to carry it from the kitchen.

Hasan placed the roast lamb on the table, awaiting instructions from the unbeatable Pan Ruiyi.

"Leave the lamb here. I’m going to take that spice mine, and then come back to finish eating." Pan Ruiyi declared boldly.

Aisha, who had initially hesitated about waging an all-out battle with Near East Xisheng, now felt a surge of determination upon witnessing Pan Ruiyi’s demeanor.

"Though I’m weak and outnumbered, there are many discontented people along the Spice Coast who might join us... No, no, no, I won’t overthink it. Let’s set out right now. I’ll drive you over." Aisha was nearly infected by Pan Ruiyi’s ravenous appetite and indomitable spirit.

She felt envious of Pan Ruiyi, yearning to be as towering and valiant as her—a woman who could devour entire elephants in one meal.

At the same time, since Pan Ruiyi had eaten so much of her estate’s food, it was only fair for her to contribute something to the Aisha family cause.

"Leader!" Chiyuki Sajou stood from the table. "I too..."

"Help them settle down. I’ll go and come back on my own." Pan Ruiyi replied confidently.

"Follow me." Hasan stood. "Miss Qianxue, we still have some tasks to attend to."

"Understood." Qianxue stood up, along with the others.

After witnessing their captain eat, they feared they’d forever view food with an air of contemplation.

Aisha drove Pan Ruiyi to the vicinity of the Vermilion Purple Spice Mine.

"Tell me about your mine." Pan Ruiyi said.

"...Previously, Near East Providence held seventy percent, and the Spice Nobles thirty percent. Then Honma Noriko arrived, and through open strife and covert maneuvering, she snatched the remaining thirty percent. My father died from sheer rage caused by Honma Noriko—when he passed, he weighed only thirty-something pounds, resembling a skinny dog." Aisha’s expression darkened.