Chapter 1275: Hei Ping Chuangzhen

After a brief silence, world leaders sighed deeply.

"……We can only hope these aliens keep their promises."

"Come to think of it, they're aliens! Yet they can taste Earth food and even organized this global culinary event."

"……It's truly strange! But who could possibly understand what's going on? Their appearance is nearly human—that alone is bizarre."

Not only were world leaders present, but also countless news network photographers had arrived.

They filmed the scenes of this culinary event.

Anchors stood before the cameras, representing nations across the globe.

Representing world-renowned media outlets.

CBS, BBC, France Alliance TV……Because today's event concerned Earth's survival, the number of viewers tuning in live was incalculable.

Add up all direct and indirect viewers across every channel.

The unit of measurement starts at one billion.

On the kitchen stage.

Nomiya Xianzuowei took a deep breath and began kneading the dough.

Faced with this world-class crisis, the Food Demon had returned, striving to create a dish at the peak of his ability.

He appeared here not only because this was a world-class crisis, but also because he sensed the uniqueness and importance of this event.

If chefs from around the world truly created dishes that satisfied those figures on stage—figures as demonic as demons—and thus convinced them to spare Earth……then without doubt, chefs' status would rise again after today.

Chefs would truly become the most prevalent and esteemed profession on Earth.

This held a deadly allure for Nomiya Xianzuowei.

He was willing to sacrifice everything for it.

Many chefs began working; even those uncertain about the future discarded all their worries the moment they started, pouring their entire focus into their cuisine.

Giving one's full heart to cooking is a necessary discipline for every great chef.

Time slipped away minute by minute, until finally, the first person completed a dish.

Hei Ping Chuangzhen laughed loudly, holding three plates of golden fried rice, striding boldly toward the stage.

"This is my Golden Fried Rice! Gentlemen, savor it with care! You will surely be conquered by the Golden Fried Rice."

World leaders: "……"

Chefs temporarily pausing their cooking: "……"

Anchors and photographers filming the scene: "……"

Viewers watching the global culinary contest via live streams: "……"

Where the hell did this bastard come from? This is clearly……just causing trouble.

Countless faces turned grim in that instant.

Some even lost emotional control.

"Damn it! Drag that……troublemaker away!"

"That guy is probably just an ordinary student from the Engetsu Academy, right?"

"You bastard! Even though those……figures chose Engetsu's venue and specifically granted Engetsu Academy's students a chance to participate……he shouldn't get so arrogant!"

"Exactly! Don't those Engetsu Academy students realize they're just here to fill the ranks? The real effort comes from the top chefs of every nation."

"Too reckless! Look at his Golden Fried Rice—there isn't even meat in it! What if the aliens get furious for not eating meat and decide to destroy a region as punishment? What then? I feel Tokyo is in danger! Should I move now?"

Ti Qie Hui Li's hands paused mid-preparation. She lifted her head, gazing at Hei Ping Chuangzhen as he strode toward the three, her eyes darkening with gloom.

"Young Lady, what is it?"

Xin Hu Feisha's face showed concern.

"I just can't stand someone who's going to get themselves killed!"

Ti Qie Hui Li took a deep breath, steadied her emotions, and shook her head with a bitter smile, "Does he really think this cooking challenge is just another ordinary exam?"

Xin Hu Feisha fell silent.

She understood what Ti Qie Hui Li meant.

Yes, this was a culinary contest hosted by aliens—far more brutal than a Food Duel.

If the food truly displeased the aliens, then in the end……they would truly die.

Hei Ping Chuangzhen radiated confidence, placing the three bowls of Golden Fried Rice before the three figures.

All three fell into brief silence.

"……Golden Fried Rice? Interesting. Should I say you're bold—or just suicidal?"

Shan Tian Yilang studied Hei Ping Chuangzhen with interest, his smile devoid of warmth.

"Are you trying to die?"

Jiekes stared coldly at Hei Ping Chuangzhen; his temper was clearly foul, and under this surge of rage, his skin had turned a faint green.

This shook many who watched him.

They truly are aliens—their human-like appearance is merely a disguise.

Their true forms……are certainly not like this.

"Only after truly tasting food can one have the right to judge it."

Hei Ping Chuangzhen looked earnestly at the three before him, finally fixing his gaze on Li Xunfei, seated centrally among the three, and said sincerely, "Please taste it."

Li Xunfei fell silent briefly, then gestured for the other two to calm down, "Eat first, then talk. If he's truly mocking us, killing him won't be too late."

Shan Tian Yilang and Jiekes exchanged glances.

Clearly, Li Xunfei held immense authority among them.

After Li Xunfei spoke, they forced themselves to calm down.

Yamada Ichiro picked up the golden egg fried rice, his eyes tinged with a hint of revulsion, but after tasting the first bite, his expression subtly changed.

"…… Somehow! It's delicious!"

Jakes's body froze for a moment, his voice filled with shock and disbelief; a flush rose on his face as his hands moved swiftly, shoveling large mouthfuls of rice.

Li Xunfei was also tasting it, giving a slight nod and bluntly uttering two words: "Good!"

"Forgive the poor hospitality!"

Kōshin Saibara instantly exhaled in relief and smiled, speaking his own famous line.

Many others, seeing this scene, relaxed.

If even egg fried rice tastes delicious, it means these guys' taste buds must be similar to Earthlings'.

But in the next instant, a piercing whistle of air rang out.

Yamada Ichiro's hand instantly produced iron chains, which he flung forward; the chains wrapped around Kōshin Saibara's body and hoisted him onto the stage, where he dangled precariously, on the verge of falling to his death.