A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Chapter 1353: I Don’t Like Dead Fish

The griffin’s giant wings glided above the sky of Carapace Island. Mag, who was sitting on the griffin’s back, was playing with the head in his hands. The seductive face was still delicate and charming with the tiny mouth slightly open. It didn’t look like it had a peaceful death.

Of course, this wasn’t Charlene’s head. Otherwise, Mag wouldn’t be holding it in his hands so calmly.

This was a head that was made by the system according to Charlene and then 3D printed following 1:1 ratio. Whether it was the size or the look, it was very convincing. Even the skin was 95% realistic, and it would turn red when pinched.

“System, I have a bold idea.” Mag looked at the head in his hands with a weird expression, and said, “I think you could change your profession.”

“This system is a God of Cookery Cultivation System deeply involved in the culinary world, so why should I change my profession?”

“Look at this skill of yours. It’s such a waste that you don’t go make blow— simulation companion dolls. If you could add in a little artificial intelligence that allows it to conduct simple interaction, that would be even better.” Mag smiled.

“Does the Host have a need for it? If you do, this system could reproduce a simulation doll of a 1:1 ratio according to this imp mother and reproduce a system with a character. Apart from not being actually alive, there are no other differences at all. It could even move on its own and have great flexibility.”

“Ha. Do I look like I’m someone who needs such thing?” Mag smirked.

“Based on the Host’s behavior after coming to this world, you do.”

“I…” Mag raised his eyebrows. Although the nightlife here was a little boring, at least he had a wife. He didn’t expect he would be jeered by the system. He coldly replied, “Shut up, you single dog[1] system.”

The griffin flew toward West Point Island, and circled above it once. After confirming there was no one present, it dived down and landed on the beach in the northeastern area.

Mag leaped off the griffin’s back, and dug a hole with the shovel that he brought along at the best tidal flushing point determined by the system. He measured the depth with a measuring tape before burying Charlene’s head, and covered it up with sand.

The tide came up and washed away the excess sand, and the beach reverted to its usual look.

“System, are you sure that the tide would be able to wash the head out by this time tomorrow night?” Mag asked after returning to the griffin, feeling a little worried.

“Please rest assured, Host. After strict calculation done by this system, this head will slowly reveal itself from tomorrow 5pm onward. Furthermore, this system had added a catapult installation in this head. If there is a change in the situation, the host could also eject the head out from the sand remotely with a control.”

“That’s good.” Mag nodded before suddenly looking toward the northwest. He patted the griffin’s back, and softly said, “Ah Zi, we will fly close to the sea.”

Ah Zi spread its wings and glided to the northeast, flying close to the sea’s surface. It almost merged together with the dark sea, and swiftly disappeared from the vicinity of West Point Island.

Shortly after Mag left, an ugly flying steed landed in the center of West Point Island. Alfred jumped down and made two big craters in the ground. He held a giant axe in his hand while he surveyed his surroundings warily, but relaxed a little after seeing that he was alone. He made one round on foot around the island to make sure there was no difference from the day that he left.

“What was that fellow Simmons trying to do?” Alfred snarled, feeling a little frustrated.

He was already very furious when the ritual was interrupted halfway. He didn’t expect the stone statue to be stolen too. Moreover, this fellow Simmons still dared to issue a challenge to him so arrogantly, thinking that he would take all his power. He had overestimated himself.

At first, he was still worried that this fellow would come here to set up traps in advance, but looking at it now, it didn’t seem like it.

“This will be your burial ground tomorrow night, Simmons. And I will become the most powerful person on the Demon Islands, or even on the Norland Continent,” Alfred said coldly before he left on his steed.

He didn’t need any evil plot to deal with Simmons after absorbing half of the Power of the Dead. He just needed to punch him to death blow by blow.

***

“What? You’re not receiving any customers today? I’ve never heard that succubi could refuse a customer. I will kill you if you reject me. Nobody will care about a hussy who doesn’t even have a protective amulet, even if you are dead.”

A drunk demon kicked open the wooden door, and then slapped the succubus who was trying to stop him from coming in at the door to the floor. He grabbed her hair and tossed her onto the bed before taking off his clothes and smirked. “Lowly succubi are born to be the playthings of men. What rights do you have to reject me? You should be thankful that I am willing to give you business. I may even give you two copper coins after you make me comfortable to let you continue living your lowly life.”

The succubus who was slapped stared at that demon with a swollen cheek viciously. She pursed her lips together quietly, but there was a hint of unwillingness and desperation in her eyes.

“Not making any sounds? I don’t like dead fish.” The demon raised his hand to give her another slap.

Pfff.

A section of a shiny blade pierced through his heart, and his actions stopped immediately. He stared at the blade of a knife that was poking out of his body in disbelief.

“It’s you opinionated animals who are the lowly ones.” A cold voice appeared behind him.

Before he could turn his head, the dagger was already removed, and fresh blood squirted out from his nose, mouth, and wounds. That demon clutched his heart and collapsed to the ground. He stopped breathing after twitching a few times.

“Sovereign of Succubi!” The eyes of that succubus lit up.This chapter is updatᴇd by NoᴠelFɪre.net

“Take your things and follow me,” Angela said to that succubus lying on the bed.

“A-a-alright!” that succubus replied, and swiftly got off the bed. She took the cloth bundle that she had packed up in advance, and even kicked that demon on her way out.

The succubi’s strike had caused the dissatisfaction of many demons.

They needed a place to vent on a hot night like this, but the succubi who were usually welcoming their customers at the door had shut them out.

The demons were not patient with a tribe that was weak and unprotected. Hence, they started to kick on the doors, and even took out their weapons in an attempt to demolish the huts.

A figure with a dagger appeared in the alley. It was a succubus that was younger and more beautiful than the usual ones they saw. The demons who were full of pent-up frustrations turned around and showed their hungry expressions.

Angela smirked at these demons and blinked her eyes, activating the “Eyes of Enchantment” on them.

The blade flashed, slashing open the demons’ throats and stabbing into their hearts. In the blink of an eye, all the demons in the alley were slaughtered.

“Sisters, follow me!” Angela said to all the succubi who came out of their rooms with their bundles, and strode toward the harbor.

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