A while later, after killing all the monsters—
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Rantaro, standing at the dead bodies of the monsters, moves his head upward, looking at the sky, holding his broken sword. Monsters' blood flowing from his body like sweat, releasing dark energy.
A thousand of his soldiers—dark soldiers—showing their loyalty and are on knee, like serving him, showing respect and asking for the next order.
Rantaro jumped from the death mountain, pulling dark energy, and it started covering him like a barrier. As he landed, the energy was completely absorbed by him. His eyes were glowing in purple and a terrible energy releasing as he wakes. He's stronger and faster than ever before. Feeling the energy, he slashes in air by creating a sword from his dark energy. As it goes forward, the object that it gets hit is destroyed.
"So this is my current strength now..." Then suddenly he remembers about that day when he fought against that monster. "I can feel that I barely have a chance to win against that monster that appeared that day."
Scene shifts to an unknown mysterious place.
"No, no, no! You idiot! Why that boy is not in front of me? Go!! Find him, find!! Or you would be killed!!"
"Yes, my Lord! We will find him!!"
It whispering "No! No! It's bad. What if the ***********ing demon recovers all his power? No, it can't be! We had injured him badly. It was even not in condition to move. Yes, it will take a little bit more time."
Scene shifts to Rantaro.
"I have no choice now... I am hungry. My stomach feels like it has sunk and is hungry from decades. I have not eaten anything for 20 days. Even if my dark energy provides energy for me like food, but still, I have to get food."
He made a sword from his dark energy, chose a monster from those that he had killed, and throws it upward saying, "Monster, be grateful that I, the master chef, will cook you." After that, he cut the monster into small pieces, acting like a chef.
A while later, the meat soup is ready.
"Ooho, it's ready! Hahahaha! Even trash tastes good when made by a chef like me." He ate it and spit it out.
"WTF is this?!" A while later, he somehow ate it in hunger. "Okay, okay, I know it's not my fault that it tastes bad. It's because of the meat. Yes, the meat."
Flashback
When Rantaro first time made a dish.
From yellow color it had changed to purple with deadliest smell. Everyone vomiting.
"Okay, okay, maybe I'm not that good at cooking."
"Okay, let's have some rest now."
As he was resting,
Rantaro noticed that a thousand eyes glowing in red staring at him with releasing killing intent, saliva falling from their mouths like a human who hadn't eaten anything for years. The situation is silent, as silent before disaster.
Rantaro summoned his dark summons, and they were in thousands of numbers. He ordered them to attack. The war starts. The dark soldiers are immortal. Till their master's dark energy is there, they can't be killed.
Five or six soldiers attack a monster, making it outnumbered, and then they kill it.
Rantaro jumped in the battlefield. As he jumped, he released his dark energy, and it's so terrible that every monster started shaking in fear. But still, in greed of unseen tasty meat of Rantaro, they didn't run and instead tried to kill him.
He first caught a monster from head and tore its head from body. He then punched a monster in its head, and its head was crushed so badly that it flew off.
He started to kill monsters by pulling their heads from their bodies. It was so fast that in a blink of eyes, every single monster that came within fifty meter distance—heads were off.
A while later, he killed the wave of monsters with his pure hands—no sword, no weapon.
Rantaro said, holding one head in both hands, covering with with blood ,"Finally, it's over."
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