MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 545: Chef Vega

Vega was instantly stunned. She had been so consumed with thoughts of Anthony that she completely forgot about her father. She remembered vividly how he had always warned her about men, telling her not to bother with them because they were nothing but scumbags.

So when Veronica casually mentioned that her father would probably break Anthony’s legs if he found out, Vega didn’t take it as a joke or exaggeration.

She knew it was a real possibility.

"Well... I could just not tell him," Vega replied after a few moments of thought, her voice calm but unsure.

"I’m sure he’ll find out eventually," Veronica said with a smirk, her tone playfully ominous. "But since your father isn’t stationed on any military base, I guess you get to hide your relationship for a little while. That is... unless someone slips up."

Vega’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"How much?" she asked, her tone turning serious as her gaze shifted sharply to Veronica.

"Oh, come on, bestie," Veronica began with a pout. "You make it sound like I’m blackmailing my own best friend just to keep quiet about her secret love life. I’m not that kind of person, Vega."

But Vega didn’t reply. She simply stared at her best friend calmly, expression unreadable.

"Fine," Veronica sighed, giving in, "just give me that soap you use. I’ve searched for it everywhere, and I haven’t seen anything that even comes close."

As women, they didn’t dare rely solely on mana for skincare. Sure, mana could heal wounds, energize the body, and even strengthen their physical form, but beautifying effects?

Absolutely not. That was a myth.

They still took care of every corner of their skin with specialized products, especially ones that had real effects. Their beauty relied on these things. Mana could not, and would not, replace that.

"I think Father brought it from another planet,"

Vega replied casually as a bar of luxurious soap materialized in her palm. She passed it to Veronica. "That’s probably why you couldn’t find it anywhere."

"Doesn’t matter," Veronica said as she quickly stashed the soap into her space ring. "At least now I can enjoy the effects of this divine thing for the next two months. If it finishes early, I’ll just steal another bar from you."

"Good luck with that," Vega replied with a sly smile.

"So..." Veronica began, her curiosity rising once again, "what’s the military rank of your so called boyfriend?" Her eyes were locked on Vega, gleaming with interest.

"Nothing too big," Vega answered nonchalantly, her lips curving into a mischievous smirk. "He’s just a Major ranked soldier."

Veronica paused, her playful expression vanishing in an instant. "Major?" she echoed in disbelief. The smile on Vega’s face confirmed that she wasn’t joking.

"You’re just showing off now because my boyfriend is only a Master Sergeant ranked soldier, aren’t you?" Veronica accused, narrowing her eyes and staring deeply into Vega’s.

"If you feel that way, how can I help you?" Vega replied innocently. "You’re the owner of your own thoughts and emotions."

"Hmph. At least I’m not dating some old man who’s probably over a thousand years old,"

Veronica countered with a snort.

"Who said he was that old? He’s our age, nineteen," Vega replied instantly.

"Now you’re just lying, Vega," Veronica said, folding her arms. "I know you’re a monster in human skin, but there’s no way another freak like you exists. One who’s already a Major ranked soldier at nineteen? Impossible."

Vega smiled patiently and explained,

"Apparently, he got promoted to Major after his contributions during the fall of Military Base Alpha-6."

"So he’s not originally from this base?" Veronica asked, trying to piece everything together.

"No, he isn’t," Vega confirmed.

Veronica fell into thought. She knew Vega never lied, she never had a reason to. No one dared question her, and she certainly didn’t fear punishment. That only made it more shocking.

’Is this a male version of Vega?’ Veronica found herself wondering.

To be a Major ranked soldier at such a young age meant he had to possess immense strength, battlefield experience, and likely strong backing as well.

"It seems you’ve struck gold on your first try, bestie. That’s a big fish. You better hold onto him tightly," Veronica said with a thoughtful smile.

Vega didn’t respond. Instead, her mind painted the image of Anthony smiling at her during their earlier conversation. The memory made her heart flutter again.

But Veronica’s next question snapped her out of her thoughts.

"So... what are you going to wear to the date?" she asked, already eager to help. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"He hasn’t fixed the date yet. Besides, he’ll call me before then. I’ll have enough time to pick an outfit," Vega replied casually.

"What if he sets the date for tomorrow? Some men move that fast. You never know. There’s no time to waste," Veronica pressed.

Vega frowned slightly. That hadn’t occurred to her.

"We’ll handle that at the end of the day," Vega said as she sat up on the bed, her expression now serious. "For now, I need to learn how to cook."

Veronica blinked. "You? Cooking? Vega, you’ve never even turned on or off a gas cooker in your life. How do you suddenly plan to become a master chef?"

"With my talent, I can learn anything," Vega replied, her voice brimming with confidence. "I’m sure you know this."

"That talent only applies to combat related things. When it comes to stuff outside the battlefield, you’re no different from the rest of us. Maybe even worse," Veronica said with a teasing smile.

"Hmph. Doesn’t matter. Whatever I set my mind to, I can accomplish," Vega replied stubbornly.

"The kitchen isn’t a battlefield, Vega,"

Veronica said, rubbing her temple with a sigh.

"Look at you," she added, "talking about learning how to cook, something that would’ve never crossed your mind before. You’re totally love-struck, aren’t you?"

"No time to waste on words, Veronica," Vega declared, her voice triumphant. "I have cuisine to conquer!"

Without warning, she grabbed Veronica’s hand and dragged her out of the bed, heading toward the kitchen with purpose and excitement radiating from her entire body.

Veronica didn’t resist. She followed reluctantly, mostly because she was curious to see whether Vega’s famed talent extended beyond combat.

Pulling out her phone, Veronica quickly searched for cooking tutorial videos online and began watching them. If Vega was serious about this, she’d need a crash course.

And so, while Anthony remained in his room learning how to bake, with Romulus watching silently from the side, Vega stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, ready to learn how to cook, with Veronica watching over her, skeptical but supportive.

Two parallel paths, two connected hearts, each beginning to learn something new, all because of the other.

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