To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 505 - 297: Illusory Realm (First Update)_1
Chapter 505: Chapter 297: Illusory Realm (First Update)_1
Giving up is actually a very easy thing to do.
Just leave it alone as if it never happened, and that’s it.
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After all, Wu Wei knew his own limitations, and his skills among the players could only be considered mid-level, not comparable to the others.
Out of a million players, only seven were chosen, and the selected players were definitely experts; he really wouldn’t have any advantage if he went.
But he was someone chosen by the system after all, so maybe he did have some extraordinary quality, right?
In constant turmoil, Wu Wei spent a restless night.
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The next day, Wu Wei re-entered the gaming pod and started pushing his food cart again, moving along with the boy.
He hadn’t been able to decide whether to participate after a whole night’s thought.
To participate might be embarrassing, but to abstain was too hard to accept. Torn by indecision, he found himself at the competition venue unexpectedly and saw that it was even more extravagant than he had imagined.
The competition was set in the square of the Food God Sect, which was usually inaccessible to players and has always been one of the most mysterious places in the game.
But now it was open, and even players uninterested in the competition came to see what the largest organization in the game was really like.
Seeing it in person, players couldn’t help but admire Fang Cheng Studio’s artistry—they really had some skill.
The whole venue was suffused with an ethereal aura, with auspicious clouds dense overhead, and numerous disciples of the Food God Sect floated midair, scrutinizing everything below and maintaining order at the scene.
Countless items rarely seen by outsiders were commonplace here, and the rare ingredients placed at the entrance required extensive side questing in the game, which now just served as decorations, making one wonder if the real sect of Immortals could be anything more.
The most eye-catching feature was the illusory shadow in the sky, a vague figure shrouded in the clouds, like a hidden Buddha that inspired an urge to worship reverently.
Many speculated that it must be the Supreme Elder of this place.
As the biggest competition in the game, the venue was packed with onlookers, even those not aligned with the Gourmet Alliance or the Freedom Front who were just there out of curiosity to watch this extraordinary festival of the game.
The vast square was crammed with people, and sensing it was overcrowded, a disciple of the Food God Sect waved his hand, infinitely expanding the stands to accommodate the million players.
And though the crowd grew, the details of the square remained crystal clear, a bizarre scene that defied reason, explainable only as the work of Immortal’s magic.
Mingling in the crowd, Wu Wei sat on the stands with the boy and soon saw the participants from both factions.
The Freedom Front’s contestants were Gong Gong, Tai Yin, and the Military Governor. They had honed their skills for a long time and were here to crush their enemies at once and show they were not to be trifled with.
Opposite them were the Gourmet Alliance’s representatives, with the Alliance Hierarch Qian Xiaohao personally present, but the actual competitors were two renowned chefs he had enlisted from the real world. After being recruited, they had practiced a lot in the game as well, with all expenses covered by the Gourmet Alliance, truly demonstrating their financial power.
There were also amateur commentators among the players, Chen Rang and his Mukuai sat at the front in the commentary seats, beginning their own narration of the competition.
Although a member of the Freedom Front, Chen Rang assured that his commentary would be professional and objective, except when he couldn’t help himself.
Opening a live broadcast, Chen Rang said, “Hello everyone, I’m the commentator for this event, Chen Rang. I’m also a hardcore player of ‘God of Cookery’ and will bring you the most professional commentary possible. But before we start, I need to formally introduce someone sitting next to me, Mukuai. She is…”
Mukuai yanked on Chen Rang’s sleeve and whispered with a flushed face, “You’re supposed to be commenting on the competition, not me!”
“Sorry, it’s a habit.”
Without the slightest shame, Chen Rang coughed and continued, “We have also invited a special guest, Mr. Fang Cheng, the owner of Fang Cheng Studio. Mr. Fang Cheng, do you have anything you’d like to say to the competitors?”
Fang Cheng sat on the side, watching the situation on the field indifferently, and said, “Whatever.”
“Alright, thank you Mr. Fang Cheng for your encouragement to the competitors. Now let’s officially start. As you can see, the two sides have entered the arena, with only six people present, and the mysterious seventh has not appeared. Now is the time for the customary trash talk. One side has the three ladies meeting, their righteous and commanding words shaking the heavens; the other side teams up to display power, with tongues as sharp as blooming lotuses, regrettably unable to clash physically and show everyone a full martial display. Oh, you can see that Qian Xiaohao wanted to mock, but to no avail, found by Gong Gong’s sharp retort, he suffered real damage! He’s flustered, he’s rattled!”
Mukuai tugged on Chen Rang’s sleeve again, whispering, “Objective…”
“Ah, got it. So let’s get back to the competition. The first dish is freestyle; each side will cook one dish. We can see that the Gourmet Alliance is preparing Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, a dish said to be so delicious it could tempt the Buddha to leap over the wall in the meditation to see what tastes so good. Mr. Fang Cheng, any thoughts on this?”
