The next day.
The restaurant area is still covered with debris and the people didn't go anywhere. The injured people slowly became conscious, but they didn't dare make any rash moves.
Sam didn't kill them for now, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't kill them at all. So, they just stayed put and remained silent.
The two family heads who didn't participate in the whole fight stood there nervously as they waited for the stew to be prepared.
Sam is sitting at the table in the middle of the broken restaurant. His hands are bloody and so is the baseball bat which is covered with blood as well.
The whole area is silent and nobody dared to make a sound.
Sam closed his eyes and relaxed in the chair as he let the morning sun hit him.
After waiting for a few hours, the chef finally came with a big bowl of stew. The bowl so big that it would hold at least five portions of chicken stew.
Sam opened his eyes as soon as he smelled it, he cleaned his hands instantly as he dug in. The slurping sounds and the expressions of Sam reminded everyone of a little kid enjoying his food, but the bloody bat beside him reminded him of what he actually was.
He swept the bowl clean and burped in ecstasy.
He tapped his stomach in satisfaction as he stood up and picked up the bat before walking towards the street. He looked at the bat while he was walking thinking whether he should take it or not. After some thought, he just shot it at the ground making it stand in a hole that was created on the road.
He looked at the assistant chef and said.
"What are you standing there for? Let's get out of this shit hole."
The assistant chef immediately ran into the kitchen to pick some things. Sam then turned towards the head chef and asked.
"Are you sure you don't want to come out? I am a generous employer."
The chef smiled and said.
"I am sure you are. But I wish to die in this place. I spent all the phases of my life in this realm and my wife also died here. I would like to finish my last phase here too. But if you can please take my crew away, they are good at what they do."
Sam looked at the restaurant staff and thought for a moment and said.
"If it is okay for them, but they wouldn't work with me directly. I have a restaurant business led by a great chef, I would these guys to him and he will take care of them. Is that alright?"
"Anything is better than staying here." The chef said and looked at the crew who seemed reluctant.
"All of you are fired this instant, even if you don't go with him you cannot stay here."
The crew also started packing. Luckily for Sam, the crew is not actually big and can be taken away with the dimensional drifter.
As the crew joined Sam, the Chef also walked towards and gave him a spatial ring and a beast pouch.
"A small gift from me."
Sam threw them in divine dimension and took out a crystal device.
"Take this. If something happens to you, just record a message in this and it will reach me. I might come a bit later, but I will definitely come here."
He winked and left with the rest of the crew through the dimensional drifter.
He dropped the whole crew in one of the realms he has a base on and left them with the restaurant staff. He kept the assistant chef with himself. His name is Nali.
"So, the chef is your father, do you know the recipe for the chicken stew?"
"No, that was actually a test for me. I need to figure it out on my own."
"How would you be able to do it? You are now out of that realm."
"Well, I don't know. But my father was adamant about me leaving there. So, I had no choice."
"Good, then take a look at this."
Sam passed the spatial ring that the chef gave him to Nali who looked through the contents, there are two scrolls. One of them is the recipe of the chicken stew and the other is the message from the chef.
"This is the recipe of chicken stew. Please share it with my son. He was obsessed with this recipe. If I had shown him how to do it, he would have been addicted to the cooking process that he would be unable to leave this realm. The joy of cooking the stew itself will make him feel addicted. I know that because I am a victim of a similar scenario.
That is why I just hid it from him. Now that he is out of here, share it with him and make him put an end to this obsession."
"I don't know how addictive cooking a dish can be, but I can only assume it is too high, if he is that cautious, he also gave me a bunch of chickens and their eggs so that you can satisfy your craving for cooking."
Nali didn't speak and just looked at the letter.
Sam couldn't possibly understand what is going through the heads of father and son. And the very notion of cooking a dish being addictive is actually completely alien to him and taking this many measures to save someone from that kind of addiction is almost crazy. But he has no right to judge, so he is not going to.
He just focused on picking the next realm and the restrictions he would need to place on himself.
This is getting a boring practice. Sam never thought that he would be this confused when choosing things, so he decided to make something.
He made two pots. He created small notes with all the realms he wanted to enter and challenge the opponents and dropped in the first pot, in the second pot he dropped the notes of all the restrictions he wanted to place on himself.
There are a bunch of inscription marks on the pots. He placed his hands on both of them and injected some energy. Each pot let out one note.
Now he got the realm and the restrictions that need to be placed on himself.
When he saw them, he was stunned though.
The restrictions on him are that he should only use fire element and that too only mage skills. He shouldn't use any warrior skills for attacking opponents and can only use them for dodging or traveling as for the realm, he has to go to the Tundra realm.
The realm has a lot of inhabitable planets. All the planets that are close to the stars are just some burning pieces of mass while the planets that are habitable are all too far away from the stars and are completely covered in ice.
The winter on the planet lasts for a few years and summer lasts for a few months and the best summer they can have is that they can see the sun for six hours slightly.
The planet stays in the dim light which makes it look like it was the time right before dawn.
The cold is so bone-chilling in some places that even some of the Astral Plane cultivators would die.
Such a place is actually a test for fire elemental users. As much as fire elements can fight against the cold, when the cold is so overwhelming, the flames would diminish and seem insignificant.
Sam needs to stay in a place like that and fight the people who have similar cultivation as his. And he can only use fire elemental energy.
This is going to be a bit problematic than he thought.
But he can make preparations before he goes there.
His feather coat will be enough for him to defend against the natural environment and even the attacks of frost from the fighters there.
But his traveling chef would be in for some trouble if he just came like that.
So, Sam took out of metal fabric in storage and started drawing inscriptions all over it after making it into a cloak.
When he is drawing the final inscription, he took out the blood essences of some fire elemental beasts at the astral plane and mixed it with the ink, and drew it.
The final inscription is a nodal inscription that joins the rest and it will make sure that every inscription is working.
He gave the cloak to Nali.
"Try it and see if it works."
Nali did so and injected his spiritual energy. Before long he felt hot all over.
"Boss, this is too warm. It would be good for a fire elemental user like me, but for others, they would be cooked."
"Nah, the place where you use it, this would be barely enough. Let's go we are going to the next location. Get ready to cook some cold meat."
