Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1364: Great Old Ones

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“What do the phrases mean?” Mag didn’t bother to argue after hearing that, and began to ponder deeply.

Mag had read Necronomicon in H.P Lovecraft’s . Someone introduced the Cthulhu Mythos to him, so he borrowed an H.P Lovecraft collection from the library. However, he didn’t really like the Western horror genre, so he simply flipped through a few short stories and the illustrations before returning the book.

Although, given his memory, he could only remember certain snippets, he remembered those two phrases very well.

Because Mag didn’t study the Cthulhu Mythos in depth, he didn’t understand the system of Cthulhu Mythos very well. However, he knew that the Great Old Ones had a very important status in the whole system. He could roughly remember they were gods that had survived from the ancient times.

“Could that skeleton man be a Great Old One, a god that had survived from the ancient times?” Mag murmured. Given his understanding of the Cthulhu’s system, that was all he could pass judgement on now.

The unknown mysterious existence and the eerie black fog could bestow a massive power to others and use the Power of the Dead to control everything. All this didn’t seem to be matters that could be achieved by 10th-tier powerhouses. The mysterious skeleton man in the stone statue should be above 10th-tier.

That existence that was known as an extraordinary realm of power had never been proven to exist in this world.

“Seems like I will have to read up more on it. H.P Lovecraft who wrote I am Providence might really know something special.” Mag pondered before saying to the system, “System, give me a set of all the books which related to the Cthulhu Mythos system.”

“Host, this System—”

“Based on the publishers’ pricing, I’ll pay 1 copper coin extra for every single book,” Mag said calmly.

“This System will pack all of them for you right now.” The system’s voice began to sound very enthusiastic.

“Ding! 1000 s with Cthulhu’s elements were successfully packed. The total price is 89,233 copper coins!

“Ding! The cost has been successfully deducted!

“Ding! They’re delivered!” ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

Mag opened his eyes and saw thick s covering a whole wall in front of him. There were even some internet s among them. He couldn’t help feeling a little headache. This stupid system indeed would not pass up any chance to make money.

“Never mind. I will read them tomorrow.” Mag hesitated for a while after looking at that wall of books, and then lay back in bed.

Although the Cthulhu Mythos might have given him some inspiration, he didn’t believe the answer lay within these s. The secret vault might have simply borrowed these two phrases from the Necronomicon as an answer. As for whether they were closely related, he needed to find out more.

***

After one hard day, Mag had a good sleep amidst the scent of the books. Mag rubbed in between his eyes with a headache when he opened his eyes next morning. He had no idea where to start from when there were so many books.

“Let’s make breakfast first.” Mag glanced at the alarm clock before he went downstairs. He saw Jane rubbing holy light in between her hands when he was about to enter the kitchen. A faint holy light was slowly converging at the tip of her fingers gradually like a weak candlelight.

Jane’s expression was especially solemn and sincere. Her gaze was fixed on that holy light as if she was staring at her idol.

She’s learned so fast. Her natural talent is quite good. Mag looked at Jane’s gently glowing single horn. It, too, had a little holy light converging there.

Mag had closely experienced all the advantages of Holy Light for the past few days. Light was always the fastest, and had a very strong restrictive power on the Ghost’s Aura. He was glad to see the appearance of a light-type demon. It could be very helpful for the unknown future.

If the Great Old Ones really exist, then does the god believed in by the magic casters exist too? God of Light, God of Life, Lord of Fire... What are their relationships with the Great Old Ones? A question suddenly flashed through Mag’s mind. Even though he had always believed they were fixed spells that the magic casters used, the answer that he had gotten from the secret vault had overthrown much of his paradigm.

If the Great Old Ones indeed existed, then the existence of gods was acceptable too.

What a headache. I hope that is only a legend. Mag shook his head. He, too, had a little resistance against the unknown.

Is the Great Old One a new species? How’s the texture of its flesh? What’s their fat content? Is it suitable to be made into a new dish? Could we cultivate it on a grand scale? We may have to put the research of new recipes on the agenda. Make it into a sashimi? Barbecue it over charcoal fire? Coat it with breadcrumbs and deep-fry it? Stir-fry...?

Just as Mag was having a headache over the Great Old Ones that might exist, he didn’t notice the section of weird words that were caught in between the data flow that was flowing through his mind like a waterfall.

The holy light on Jane’s hands extinguished suddenly, and she sighed with disappointment. She looked up and saw Mag standing at the door. Blushing, she stammered, “B-Boss.”

Mag regained his wits after hearing the voice. Smiling, he replied, “Oh, Jane is very hardworking. You woke up so early for your practice.”

“I’m too stupid, so I have to wake up earlier to learn.” Jane lowered her head embarrassedly. She was really very stupid compared to the lady boss. She could only light up a little bit of the holy light now, and it couldn’t even light up a room.

“No. You’ve already done very well.” Mag shook his head with a smile. Irina had praised Jane’s talent during their journey yesterday. “Carry on. I need to go make breakfast for you all.”

“Mm-hm.” Jane nodded and watched Mag go into the kitchen before she continued to light up the holy light.

Mag went up to read the s for a while after breakfast. He chose to read H.P Lovecraft’s collection of short stories. After all, he was the creator of the Cthulhu Mythos, so his books should have a greater reference value.

At 8am, Mag went down to purchase crayfish as usual. Kitar was the first in the line with a net in his hands. There were dozens of crayfish in it.

“Boss Mag, I’ve caught 13 crayfish today. Could I use them to practice?” Kitar said to Mag enthusiastically, raising the crayfish in his hands.

“Of course.” Mag nodded. It was the best that the apprentices brought along their own ingredients.

“Alrighty.” Kitar put the crayfish aside, and began to take the initiative to help Mag pour the crayfish he purchased into the pond. He was a great help.

Ivan, who had caught four crayfish, swiftly joined in to help them.

After Mag had finished collecting the crayfish, all the 10 apprentices had arrived with their own crayfish. Mag, who had wanted to go back to his reading, had no choice but to stay to teach them the actual operation.

The control of heat was very important when it came to cooking crayfish.

Therefore, Mag had intended to teach all of them how to control the heat in that morning.