Chapter 2793: The Feast of Nightmares (End)

Originally, they all thought that in the situation of five people remaining, three should be eliminated, but they didn't expect five to be eliminated.

But the advantage was that in this round, two people didn't dare to write answers. At least in the eyes of others, Shiler and Jeremiah, who had been eliminated once before, had no way to spare their hands to write things, because as long as they didn't eat, their spines would be pulled out.

These two people were destined to be eliminated in this round. Others only needed to face the remaining three competitors.

Although it wasn't optimistic, Dr. Nyarlathotep, who was known to know all the correct answers, didn't participate, so there was still a chance of winning.

Four people put down their tableware after drinking the after-dinner wine of this round. They waited anxiously for a while and found that they weren't attacked. Sure enough, in the absence of life-threatening situations, simply not eating wouldn't cause problems.

They began to write furiously, but unfortunately, the only two people who drank the second cup of pre-meal wine were already drunk to the point of being unconscious. Clearly, they couldn't write anything good. In other words, now only two people had competitiveness.

In the situation of two choosing one, the probability was still very high. These two were a man and a woman. The man was a bit short and thin, and the woman wasn't strong either. They didn't look like they had the ability to solve problems physically, so after initial hesitation, they decided to solve the problem with brainpower, each writing their own, and competing for this quota with their own skills.

After the two finished writing and handed it in, they didn't stop and began to taste the after-dinner wine. They were worried that they were the ones eliminated, so they had to rely on eating to maintain survival.

The head chef took the answer back to the kitchen and announced the names of the eliminated after a while. The woman won.

She almost cried with joy, sat in place and sobbed. She was the final winner, defeating everyone present.

But suddenly the head chef spoke again.

"The first dish is pre-meal wine. Please write your understanding of this dish on the paper in front of you. I will sort them according to the quality of the answers. The number of people eliminated in this round is one."

The woman's expression stiffened, and then she let out a sharp sound that didn't seem to be made by a human.

"No!! You said that after finishing seven courses, you would let us leave!!!"

"Did you really finish eating?" The head chef asked.

The woman lowered her head in a trance, but her plate was empty. But after a burst of distraction in her eyes, she seemed to see her own head appear on the plate.

The woman was scared into screaming, but after coming back to her senses, she found that there was nothing on the plate. She stammered and said, "I finished eating, of course I finished eating. I also wrote down all the answers. I wasn't eliminated..."

"Then alright, madam, you can leave."

The head chef moved out of the way, and the woman who heard this sentence was like receiving amnesty. She couldn't even look at whether she had left anything behind, but rushed out of the restaurant door like crazy.

Soon, the restaurant opened again.

Diners dressed in bright and beautiful clothes walked in. The survivors stared blankly at their faces and found that they were all old acquaintances.

The last one to walk in was the woman, the tear stains on her face hadn't dried yet.

The hand holding the tableware began to tremble, because a middle-aged man who survived by eating continuously threw down his tableware, tears streaming down his face, and said to others, "This is an endless cycle. We can't possibly leave here alive. If any of you can walk out, please tell my daughter that I will love her forever."

His spine was pulled out, and his body fell onto the table.

The crowd, who had just woken up from a dream, let out terrified screams, and at this time, Shiler, who had been busy eating, asked while eating, "How many cycles have you lived through?"

Jeremiah knew this was asking him. He also said while cutting the things on the plate, "If I say this is my first success, would you believe it?"

"Of course, because you are very stupid. Without my hint, you couldn't possibly have lived until now." Shiler said very calmly, "What does game failure look like?"

Jeremiah's expression was gloomy, clearly because of what Shiler said, but he paused and still said, "Seven courses aren't finished, and everyone will be reset to the starting point."

"Why weren't they finished?"

"You didn't change any game rules." Jeremiah said, "I said you ruined everything just to paralyze you. In fact, in the original terrifying restaurant, many people would be eliminated every round until only the last two remained."

"Sometimes, the final battle segment was reached before the seventh level. I found that winning the game at the fifth or sixth level couldn't terminate this cycle at all. I thought there would be hope after finishing the seventh level. Now it seems that is not the case."

"Because this is indeed not the answer." Shiler said, "Do you know when the first cycle started?"

Jeremiah paused, seemingly thinking about whether to share information with Shiler, but he knew that he had been trapped here for too long, and he urgently needed a way to leave, and he saw hope in Shiler. He knew Shiler had a way.

"20 days ago." Jeremiah said, "All the abnormalities in the hotel started 20 days ago."

"Much shorter than I thought." Shiler said in a low voice, "I don't know if it's enough for me to have a full meal."

The head chef's gaze fell on him. Taking advantage of the fact that others hadn't reacted yet, the head chef walked over again and said, "How do you feel about this interpretation, sir? Oh, you don't have to stop and talk to me, because although you have already understood part of the secrets of this restaurant, if you stop, your spine will belong to me."

"You cannot completely control this restaurant." Shiler sighed lightly and said, "The ceiling is your territory. This proves that you very likely live in the room above the restaurant, and stole part of the control of the restaurant by polluting the ceiling."

"But you didn't completely erase the rules of the real restaurant. The restaurant only requires people to finish seven courses, not slow, not leftovers, completely in line with Western dining etiquette. Those who finish can leave here, and the rest become ingredients."

"If I didn't guess wrong, the original dining wouldn't be very smooth either. Perhaps they would create some interference during the ordering or dining process, but it was far from as cruel as you."

"The kitchen and waiters are still controlled by the restaurant, but you can use the monster on the ceiling to slaughter diners unscrupulously, and then resurrect them, making them fall into a terrifying and desperate cycle. How many rounds of such games have you played in 20 days?"

The head chef narrowed his eyes and said, "You know more than I thought, but I must remind you that no one can walk out of this restaurant alive."

Shiler didn't want to talk nonsense with him, but ate the things on the plate at the fastest speed. Suddenly, he looked up and said, "How about we have a competition?"

"Compete in what? Do you have any new ideas?"

"You will know soon."

The moment his voice fell, Shiler began to dine wholeheartedly, and his speed was more than twice as fast as before.

Seeming to be at the opening time, the head chef had to stand back to his original position. Jeremiah looked at Shiler and said, "Do you have any plans? Perhaps we can cooperate to leave here."

"No need." Shiler even had time to speak. He said, "If all the abnormalities in the hotel started 20 days ago, the time this guy on the ceiling became like this wouldn't be much later than the restaurant. Invading the restaurant might take some time, but not that long."

Jeremiah didn't express his opinion, but just listened quietly.

"Before the ceiling monster invaded the restaurant, the restaurant would send out everyone who followed etiquette and finished seven courses, and keep the rest. Considering that most of the people here are rich, there wouldn't be few people who could live out."

"Considering from another angle, the unpolluted restaurant needs enough ingredients. To ensure sufficient supply, they need enough people to stay, but not too many, because the warehouse will be in short supply."

"Judging from the portion of these seven courses, there aren't many parts that truly need diners to be ingredients, so at most 30 guests out of 100 will stay, and the number might be even fewer."

"Assuming that on a certain day 20 days ago, the restaurant and the ceiling monster had abnormalities at the same time, and the ceiling monster spent three days invading the restaurant, then the restaurant was operating normally within these three days. In other words, at most only 90 people were kept."

"And after the restaurant was invaded, the ceiling monster seemed to have lost the ability to solicit guests from the outside, so it created such a cycle, letting the last batch of guests before the invasion constantly play diners, playing a desperate game."

"This kind of cycle isn't a real cycle, but a false appearance created by hallucinations. Their bodies are very likely already placed in the cold storage. In other words, after the restaurant was invaded, there were no new ingredients to replenish."

"But in the remaining ten-plus days, the games he played all consumed real ingredients."

Jeremiah seemed to realize something. He said, "You aren't trying to consume all the ingredients in the restaurant, are you?"

"You are finally a bit smarter." Shiler wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at him, saying, "So don't disturb me next. I hope the remaining ingredients can still let me have a full meal."

Shiler's speed of eating increased by another level. Now Jeremiah almost couldn't see how Shiler stuffed the food into his mouth. He began to suspect whether there was a black hole in Shiler's stomach.

The head chef seemed to realize what Shiler wanted to do. He didn't seem to intend to pretend anymore. The dishes served began to become more and more original, returning to the style of terrifying human heads.

This was clearly to slow down Shiler's speed, because no one could take a bite of these terrible dishes at all. The style of some dishes was too advanced even for him, this monster.

But Shiler ate everything.

Not only did he eat fast, but he was also elegant. The waiters controlled by the restaurant couldn't pick out any faults from Shiler's eating process, and stood behind him blankly, clearing all obstacles for him.

One plan failed, and another was born. The human heads on the plate began to turn into people Shiler cared about, but Shiler ate them anyway. That devouring process didn't look like eating at all, but like a terrible abyss absorbing something. Deeper hunger represented deeper madness.

Jeremiah chose to look away. He didn't want to look directly at this madman. He was worried that he would be polluted. The head chef stared at Shiler straightly. The world had changes he couldn't understand.

The candlelight of the red candle flickered.

The head chef seemed to realize that the candle was the problem, but he couldn't get close to Shiler at all, because Shiler had been eating, without any interruption.

The restaurant will protect every guest who enjoys gourmet food—this is the true rule of the restaurant. Fast and slow have no meaning. You must want to eat, love to eat, and even be crazy for this gourmet food, otherwise you won't be able to walk out of this restaurant.

Shiler showed unparalleled love.

Shiler ate too fast. All the waiters lined up to serve him, and the queue was still moving at high speed.

The head chef could only watch all this with a pale face. He exhausted all imagination for disgust and made the most terrible dishes in the world, but nothing could stop Shiler.

*Clang. *

Accompanied by the last dish served by the last waiter being wiped out completely, Shiler put down his tableware.

The waiter revealed a smile to him.

"My apologies, sir. Our raw materials are insufficient, and we can no longer provide you with any food."

Accompanied by what he said, all the waiters walked to the very front and stood in a row. The chef also walked out of the kitchen and stood in front of the chefs. The head chef could only stand on the side and watch them.

"We know you aren't full yet. This is our sin. A restaurant that cannot let guests be full has no meaning to exist. We feel very sorry for you."

"No need to be sorry." Shiler wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "The meaning of food is more than just being full. If there were no interference from some people, I believe I would have tasted the most perfect gourmet food here."

Everyone turned their heads to look at the head chef in unison.

And then they slowly turned their heads back, and together revealed an identical smile to Shiler, saying, "Thank you very much for your generosity, but a restaurant without ingredients can only close down and cannot continue to operate. Thank you all for coming, goodbye."

They used the same action to raise their knives to their necks.

*Slash! *

Fresh blood splashed out in unison. Everyone fell down almost at the same time, like black and white piano keys pressed at the same time.

And at the same time, the diners bustling at the tables fell one after another. Some were stabbed in the chest, some had their necks cut open, fixed in the last moment of their death before they were alive.

Shiler stood up, untied the napkin from his neck, and blew out the candle lightly. He turned his head to look at the head chef, and that gaze was creepy.

Just when the head chef thought he was going to declare victory, Shiler suddenly moved his gaze away from his face, but looked at Jeremiah opposite him.

"Do you still have an appetite?"

The meaning behind that evil smile was self-evident.

Jeremiah smiled and picked up the pre-meal wine, saying, "The night has just begun."

Shiler took out a match again and said while lighting it, "I am not a good chef, but I can find one to come over. You are right, the night is still very long."

The two turned their heads to look at the head chef at the same time, and in their eyes, the head chef only saw hunger. ===== CHAPTER 2794 =====