Chapter 1

Because the vehicle didn't require much maintenance, Twilight Knight, guided by some pixelated NPCs, parked the car in the designated area.

"Want something to eat?"

Li Ang hopped down from the machine gunner's seat and said to his companion, "I heard on the broadcast that the buffet in the rest area is completely free. They have stir-fried Headcrabs, steamed Facehuggers, irradiated cockroach sashimi, braised Zergling eggs, and other local delicacies. It would be a shame to pass them up."

"...Let's skip those foods."

Sunset Melted Gold's eye twitched. He took out some compressed biscuits and bottled water from his backpack. "I'll just eat the dry food I brought."

Generally, players eat their own food when performing tasks that span long periods, avoiding touching the script world's food to reduce potential threats.

(There are many things like sleeping pills and hallucinogens in the script world. A little carelessness can lead to a mishap, not to mention the possibility of acclimatization, vomiting and diarrhea after eating, and losing combat effectiveness.)

Items stored in the inventory have an infinite shelf life. Theoretically, it's possible to store a whole series of dishes like pressed duck butts, honey-glazed mini-burgers, and jujube millet porridge.

However, in order to save storage space and facilitate eating, many players choose to bring compressed food or instant bento boxes.

There are also restaurants in the square that specialize in making related dishes. Some player chefs who have mastered life-skill skills can even use extraordinary materials to make special dishes that temporarily increase attribute points, sanity, and gain a series of buffs after eating.

Correspondingly, these dishes are very expensive. Outsiders can roughly calculate the daily turnover of the restaurant based on the flow of customers, which is not inferior to other shops providing forging or medical services.

To some extent, Li Ang is still relatively principled. At least he didn't disguise insects as normal ingredients and sell them to restaurants—mainly because kneading insects consumes energy and the efficiency of making money is relatively low.

"The Headcrab from the Half-Life world is characterized by its elastic meat, delicate and juicy taste. One bite can clearly feel the meat rebounding in the mouth,"

Li Ang stood next to the buffet table, tasting while holding a plate and talking to himself, "The circle of teeth at the bottom of the Headcrab's body has been peeled off, and the severed limbs taste similar to crab claws, without shells and more chewy.

And the 'brain cells' in the center of the Headcrab are red and white translucent jelly-like liquid, tasting cool and delicate, similar to crab roe but with less fishy smell.

Hey, amazing, really authentic.

My rating for this dish is,

☆☆☆☆.

The reason for not giving five stars is that the sauce tastes too strong, which has the suspicion of overshadowing the main ingredient."

"Are you making 'A Bite of the Alien World' or 'An Alien Race's Guide to Exotic Food Appreciation'?"

Chai Da Xiaojie, hidden in Li Ang's body, couldn't help but whispered, "Is something that looks so disgusting really delicious..."

"It's okay, it's similar to stir-fried bullfrogs in restaurants, even a little bit more delicious."

Li Ang pulled a Headcrab claw out of his mouth and said casually, "After all, I am also the youngest special-grade chef in history. Naturally, I have to taste new ingredients when I encounter them.

It's a pity that this world is completely composed of data, and nothing can be taken away.

Otherwise, I would pack all the buffet ingredients here back to the real world, study them carefully, and see if I can cultivate new species.

Whether it's as biological weapons to fill the armory, or as ingredients to open a restaurant, it should be excellent."

Most of the drivers are repairing their vehicles. There are not many drivers standing in the buffet area eating. At a glance, there are only Saber draped in blue cotton blankets and a Moe version of Saber wearing a lion doll suit.

The teammates of these two are Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus from the Type-Moon world and Nero from Devil May Cry.

The first three have exactly the same face shape, while Devil May Cry Nero has the same ahoge as the three Sabers.

Li Ang passed by the two Sabers who were gobbling up the buffet with a calm expression, silently thinking in his heart, "Such a strong psionic reaction...

This level of energy fluctuation is still the result of weakening and restriction.

The original Saber may be even stronger.

Coupled with the riding ability in the character setting.

It seems that this team will be a strong enemy competing for the top three."

Seemingly feeling something, Saber, who was burying her head in eating meat, looked up and frowned at Li Ang's back.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Moe Saber, wearing a lion suit, held up a giant bone meat that only exists in anime and asked her other self vaguely.

"It's nothing."

Saber shook her head and withdrew her gaze from Li Ang's back. "I just feel that there is a kind of annoying aura in that person's body.

It's a bit like... All the Evils of the World?"

"The black mud in the Holy Grail?"

Lion Suit Saber nodded thoughtfully. As another individual of Artoria Pendragon in the "Fate/Tiger Colosseum" game, she shares memories with the original and knows what All the Evils of the World are.

"Then should we target them in advance later?"

Lion Suit Saber chewed on the big bone meat and said in a cute tone, "That person seems to be a newcomer who just participated in the competition.

Maybe we can directly destroy their vehicle during the prop race to avoid him from exerting his personal strength in the bloody race.

Any threat needs to be eliminated in advance so that we can return to our world and see Shirou."

"...We'll talk about it later."

If according to the original serious, earnest, stubborn, and strong personality of Saber in literary works, she probably wouldn't target newcomers who just participated in the competition in advance.

However, people change.

After knowing that they are game characters and staying in the Central City for more than ten years, everyone has undergone some changes.

Li Ang didn't care that some drivers were already eyeing him.

He took the opportunity to stroll around the maintenance area to observe other competitive teams.

After strolling around, he returned to the Stryker armored vehicle and greeted his three companions.

"I just went to take a look.

Judging from the energy fluctuations, the strongest team is undoubtedly Kratos' Chaos Blades. Below that, there are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse from Darksiders, Saber, Cloud, Master Chief...

These game characters are not weak, and their combat experience is even richer than our players, not to mention that they have already experienced several or even dozens of Death Races."

Li Ang spread his hands and said, "The reason why we can occupy a leading advantage now is largely because these powerful teams don't want to exert their strength in the speed race.

Their strong points are in the next prop race and bloody race."

"Yeah."

Sunset Melted Gold nodded, "In the prop race, there are special items such as sparklers, man-eating flowers, and boomerangs that can be picked up, which can be used to attack other vehicles remotely.

In addition to special props, you can also use the machine guns, cannons, and missiles originally installed on the vehicle to attack.

Drivers can also use their own power to defend, but of course, only defense is allowed. It is not allowed to directly attack other vehicles with extraordinary power."

"Defense, leave it to me."

The Witch crossed her arms in front of her chest and said indifferently, "Blocking bullets and shells shouldn't be a problem."

"Then I'm counting on you."

Sunset Melted Gold breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. Maintaining predictive vision consumes psionic value. He also has to act as a racing navigator, observe the track, and inform the driver, Twilight Knight, of road conditions in advance.

While the few were discussing, the Chaos Blades team, which was the first to arrive at the rest area, had already spent the twenty-minute mandatory rest time.

As the green light lit up, the flat chariot, hung with giant fangs, rushed out of the rest area and drove into the second section of the track.