The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 605: Chapter 39 Jason: As a Writer…_2

However, for the sake of caution, the magic mirror still took a glance at “destiny.”

Option 1, frankly inform Jennifer, was thrown on the ground, stepped on, then tossed into a drawer and sealed for 10 years.

Option 2, pretend to be ignorant and confused, and continue being held by Jennifer and talked to.

The magic mirror decisively chose option 2.

Who would want to be thrown on the ground and sealed when they could be held in someone’s hands?

It didn’t have any special hobbies, anyway.

Moreover, to be held for a longer time, it needed to take action.

Magic Mirror: “Do you need me to tell you some necessary skills? (Although I hate to admit it, I can claim to be a master in certain areas!︿()︿)”

"I don’t need a mirror without even a gender to teach me!”

"I want to approach Jason in my own way!”

"Any advice is an insult to me and to Jason!”

Upon saying this, Jennifer paused for a moment.

Then, she spoke to the magic mirror in a much more formal tone.

"So, I won’t allow you to mention his name, nicknames or anything else while giving so-called advice.”

"Because

"You’re not worthy!”

After that, Jennifer stood up and walked out holding the mirror.

She needed to deal with some unexpected matters quickly, and then go to find Jason.

She had a promise to keep.

She still owed Jason nine times.

And she had to repay him fully.

The magic mirror, held in Jennifer’s hand, swung back and forth as she bounced along, and a glistening crystalline liquid overflowed from the surface of the mirror.

Magic Mirror: “I am on your side, I will try my best to help you! (Go for it!)”

…

The text just appeared, then became blurry.

The overflowing clear and sparkling liquid flowed over the newly emerged text.

Making it incomplete, yet still present.

Just like a dog waiting for its owner to return.

…

Crunch, crunch.

Jason was chomping down on the door frame pillar in his hands.

Crunchy.

Juicy.

And it had a special taste.

Cucumber?

Jason wondered as he ate.

[Devouring Destiny Column (part)!]

[Physical Strength, Energy, Excessive Recovery from Injuries!]

[Satiety +100]

[Satiety: 449]

[Excitement of Feast +2]

[Excitement of Feast: 3]

…

“2 points of Excitement of Feast?”

Jason looked at the text prompt in front of him with surprise.

The appearance of Excitement of Feast was enough of a surprise for him, but even more surprising was the 2 points.

Immediately, a tinge of annoyance sprang up in Jason’s heart.

He had only eaten a pillar!

Bear in mind that just before, an entire house was in front of him!

And the contents inside the house!

Thinking of this, Jason couldn’t help but scratch his head.

Then, he subconsciously thought.

"If I had eaten the entire house just now

Slurp!

Saliva dripping instantly, Jason sucked it back up and then he stood there, recalling the scene just a moment ago: the house had already been disappearing before he had truly approached it.

He advanced, the other side disappeared.

Jason never believed in such a coincidence.

"Did it sense me in advance?”

"Or

"Foresight?”

After a bit of contemplation, Jason felt the latter was more likely.

After all, with the [War Pattern. Prus. Griffin. Stealth Body Forging Technique] having been elevated to master level, his skills in stealth and evasion had reached a new level.

He had been running at full speed, but as he approached this mountain, he deliberately concealed his presence.

Although it was daytime, devoid of much darkness and shadows, Jason was still confident that his stealth was above master level.

Of course, more importantly, it was the satiety from the food he had just eaten, the Excitement of Feast.

A hundred points of satiety and two points of Excitement of Feast were not negligible values.

The food containing such amounts of satiety and Excitement of Feast was definitely powerful.

Not to mention, this was only a portion of it.

By glimpsing such a part, Jason could already guess how powerful the “complete food” would be.

Then, as he approached, the other party chose to leave.

This was illogical!

Unless, the other party’s strength was not in combat.

"A ‘food’ that excels in ‘premonition’?”

Jason deduced, with the corner of his mouth behind his mask turning up.

"Don’t worry, this is just the first encounter.”

"We will definitely meet again.”

He murmured softly to himself.

At the same time, he thought about how to counter ‘premonition’ type abilities.

This was not easy.

But compared to the deliciousness of ‘food,’ what was it?

Then, Jason subconsciously thought of Jennifer.

Besides spirit mediums and diviners, witches were also quite skilled in such abilities.

Those adept at them would naturally have countermeasures.

But the thought of Jennifer’s madcap nature made Jason frown.

In the end, he shook his head and cast aside the idea of recruiting her.

He prepared to find another reliable candidate through other people.

With this in mind, Jason did not linger.

He had not forgotten the promise he made to the members of the Golden Wind during the meeting at dawn.

He had agreed to check for any detectors for the members of Golden Wind, and he intended to keep his word.

Moreover, he needed to be formal about it.

At least, he needed to make the members of Golden Wind believe they hadn’t been shortchanged.

Otherwise, how would he negotiate the next trade?

Although Jason didn’t consider himself a qualified businessman, he understood some principles.

So, when he returned to the side of the refrigerated truck, Jason immediately got to work.

He improvised with what he had on hand, choosing a withered tree.

After chopping it down, he picked out a usable section from the middle: a trunk that allowed Jason to stretch his hands through both ends.

Jason meticulously smoothed the inside and outside, removing any splinters, then added two small handles to both sides of the ‘bucket’ before he began to inscribe Dufol Language on its surface.

‘Expulsion,’ ‘Sacred,’ and other complete symbols from the Dufol Language appeared on the surface of the ‘bucket.’

Jason examined his work and promptly added content from a bronze giant book he had seen in the world of Aras; these were ambiguous patterns that appeared somewhat like the Dufol Language, but he strictly avoided the symbols and chose only the patterns.

This task was much harder than writing the correct Dufol Language.

It took Jason about an hour to complete.

When Jason held the ‘tree trunk bucket’ in his hands again, it had already been thoroughly transformed.

With its completely wooden structure, it had a natural sense of mystery.

The appearance of the Dufol Language perfectly captured people’s attention, causing anyone who saw the ‘tree trunk bucket’ to be involuntarily drawn to it.

Those ambiguous patterns were independently crafted with ingenuity.

Ordinary people wouldn’t understand them and would find them mysterious.

Even those from the Mystical Side would find them more mysterious.

Because they couldn’t understand them either.

In fact, even now Jason, the creator, didn’t know the meaning of those patterns.

"Done!”

"The device of divergence…no, that’s not right.”

"You are the ‘Free Assault’!”

Jason said with conviction.

The afternoon sun shone on the ‘Free Assault,’ reflecting the unique luster of wood and combined with the Dufol Language and peculiar patterns, made the ‘Free Assault’ look even more extraordinary.

Jason set the ‘Free Assault’ aside.

He turned and walked towards the refrigerated truck.

With a leap, he jumped onto the roof of the truck and took out paper and pen from his backpack.

He had never forgotten his identity.

He, Jason, was a writer.

He was ready to begin recording the previous events related to ‘Edward’ in more detailed, vivid, and interesting prose.

Ten minutes later, Jason put down the manuscript in his hands and looked at the pen seriously. He said in a rational tone, “You are now a mature pen, you must learn to write on your own.”

"Yes, you can’t depend on me.”

"I’ve taught you everything you need to know.”

"Hmm?”

"Do you need me to demonstrate it again?”

"Okay, one more time.”

"As a writer, you must always remember that the ‘pen’ in your hand is your weapon!”

After saying this, Jason gripped his pen and thrust it backwards—

Thud!

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