I am your natural enemy

Chapter 1 Soul
There was a single computer table with a lot of cigarette ash on it. The screen flickered slightly, the keyboard was oiled, the letters on the WSD keys could no longer be seen clearly, and the cigarette butt in the ashtray looked like a hedgehog.

In the main chassis with a thin layer of dust next to it, the fan was working hard and roaring at the top of its lungs.

In an empty metal hall of several hundred square meters, there is only this single computer desk in the center, an ordinary computer that sucks at playing games.

The keyboard is placed at an angle, and no one is controlling it. You can also see the keys on the keyboard beating on their own, and the mouse on the side is moving quickly in a small area like a professional player.

On the screen, there is a line of words floating in the extremely low-pixel game screen.

"The world boss is coming soon."

There is also a countdown below.

"3:0:1:47"

Outside the closed hall, a group of people looked at the picture on the monitor with solemn expressions.

The top of the screen is marked "No. 007, Doomsday Computer."

"Have you found any clues?"

"No clues."

After the two conversations, there was a deadly silence, no one spoke anymore, and a group of people stared at the surveillance camera.

When the countdown in the monitor changed to "3:0:0:0", the pixel text on the countdown flashed.

"The world boss, the Soul-Eating Beast, is coming to Duanzhou soon."

The moment he saw the name, a young man immediately took out a metal box marked "097" and took out a wolf hair from it.

From another wooden box marked "098", he took out a piece of yellowed kraft paper.

The young man wrote the words "Soul-Eating Beast" on the brown paper.

In an instant, the young man's eyes turned pure white, and his solemn expression turned blank. One hand was carried by the pen and continued to write on the brown paper.

"Soul-eating beast.

Characteristic [-]: Devour.

Devour the soul.

Characteristic [-]: Immunity.

Immune to physical damage, immune to elemental damage, immune to environmental damage, immune to mental damage, immune to continuous damage, immune to toxin damage, immune..."

When the brown paper was almost full, it was still not finished.

Finally, all the writing disappeared, and a few words reappeared under the three words Soul-Eating Beast.

"The only entry is invincibility."

The next moment, the kraft paper ignited on its own and turned into ashes in an instant.

When the two men took the unconscious young man out, there was only the low hum of the machine in the room. Everyone had ugly expressions. In the silence, someone asked in a low voice.

"Organize an evacuation immediately?"

……

three days later.

Wen Yan held disposable chopsticks in his hand, his spine straightened, his eyes widened, and he pointed at the dishes on the table with a look of disbelief on his face.

"You said, this is boiled beef? An improved version?"

The fat cook in an apron across from him had his eyebrows twitching slightly. He was holding back his impatience, but after hearing these words, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Have a problem with spreading your child? This is the most authentic way! Authentic!"

Wen Yan picked up a piece of beef. The cut was neither thin nor thick, the texture was cut off, the pulp was just right, the heat was just right, it was smooth and tender without being burnt, and it had enough flavor without overpowering it. The freshness of the beef was very prominent. Definitely the freshest and best beef of the day.

But the problem is that there are only sporadic oil splatters on a large bowl of food.

There is no chili pepper, no green peppercorns unique to this season, no iconic layer of oil, and no signature choking aroma.

“After it’s out of the pot, shouldn’t you add chili peppers, minced garlic, and pour oil?
In this season, it’s best to add some green peppercorns…

Forget it, no matter how much we improve it, we still have to pour oil on it, right?

This step is the soul of boiled beef, right? "Wen Yan couldn't bear it anymore. Without this step, wouldn't this really be a boiled dish in the literal sense?
Of course, if it was cheap, he could bear it no matter what.

He had just found a good job, so he had the luxury to go to a restaurant to celebrate and ordered a 68 boiled beef.

I didn't expect that, is that it?

Do you dare to charge him 68 just for this? !
This is unbearable.

Following his words, the eyelids of the fat cook opposite began to twitch wildly, and the anger in his eyes could hardly be suppressed.

"You mean sprinkling? This is how to splutter? This is the authentic method of Tianfu standard, and I have never poured oil on it!"

The fat cook clenched his fists, and the words "Tianfu Restaurant" printed on his apron were trembling with anger.

The diners around could not help but look over.

Some diners couldn't help but chime in.

"The boiled beef here is definitely the most authentic, and the taste has not changed for decades."

Someone spoke up, and those who were watching the excitement were immediately followed by others.

"This is the signature of this restaurant..."

"Yes, this is the most delicious and authentic dish."

Wen Yan looked around, sighed feebly, stood up and paid the bill.

He turned around and glanced at the boiled beef, and said weakly.

"Take away."

68, waste is impossible to waste.

After packing, Wen Yan walked out of the hotel. After returning home, the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and the more he thought about it, the worse his tone became.

He picked up the keys, went straight to the vegetable market, and bought fresh peppers unique to this season, a small bottle of rapeseed oil, chili peppers, and garlic.

When he got home, he cleaned the rusty wok, opened it again, added a little more oil, added dried chili peppers and a little Sichuan peppercorns, and slowly stir-fried over low heat until the paste was no longer mushy and the aroma was fully stimulated. Then chop the peppers with a knife.

Then cut some minced garlic, add some chili peppers, sprinkle it on the boiled beef, heat up some rapeseed oil again, throw a little green pepper into the hot oil, and when the aroma is stimulated, pour the oil on the vegetables. superior.

Suddenly, the familiar scent of pepper, burnt oil, and garlic hit my face.

Picking up a piece of meat, the aroma seems to jump from the mouth back to the nose, and then jump back from the nose to the mouth again, mixed with the spicy and delicious aroma, it burns your mouth and you don't want to spit it out.

Wen Yan's frown relaxed.

After eating two bowls of rice, all the side dishes, and half a bowl of rice soaked in soup, Wen Yan slumped on the sofa with a satisfied look on his face.

"What the hell is happening every day..."

When he woke up, the world had changed.

When I was having breakfast, in the familiar breakfast shop, the tofu curd had no marinade, no spicy oil and coriander, only sweet tofu curd that was not sweet.

The boss was a little surprised when he heard that he was going to add hot spicy soup to the tofu nao.

Of course, since the customer was the biggest, the store reluctantly agreed.

The boss is very concerned about word of mouth. He didn't say anything about the way foreign tourists eat, and he only charged one portion.

The 30-year-old shop next door does not have the secret spicy oil for its oil-filled buns, but its sign still reads "oil-filled buns."

In a store that sells fried beef patties, the beef patties don’t have the mosquito coil coils on the surface that are as crispy as steamed buns.

At noon, I went to Guanzhong Noodle House to eat a bowl of oil-splashed noodles. There was no garlic on the table. I asked the boss for some garlic. The boss's face was full of curiosity and asked him, where are you from?Is this delicious?
By afternoon, facing this plate of boiled beef, Wen Yan could no longer hold his nerve.

It literally tore apart the life he knew best.

On the way back just now, he saw a "charcoal-grilled pig's trotters" restaurant. He saw the indicator light on the barbecue pit from a distance, but he didn't dare to get close.

In one day, the world became unknown to him.

At a glance, all his favorite foods seemed to have...lost their souls.

　Newcomer and new book, I hope you like it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)