"Finally done!"
Chen Shu breathed a sigh of relief, excitement in his eyes.
He looked at the livestreaming equipment beside him; it had already run out of power.
Despite not broadcasting, the topic of discussion for most of the world was still Chen Shu.
Winning the world championship had made him the foremost figure of the younger generation!
And now, his livestream had elevated him to the ranks of veteran powerhouses, with even those at Golden Three-Star not being his match.
Instantly, people began to call him the number one Golden Beast Tamer.
Coupled with his fierce demeanor, it was estimated that no one below the King level would dare provoke him, and even Kings would have to weigh their options.
Chen Shu, however, paid no mind to the outside discussions. Instead, he excitedly gazed at the skill book in his hand.
A skill book glowing with a seven-colored light was held tightly in his grip, emitting a mysterious and unfathomable aura.
"Hmm?"
The little sprite landed on Chen Shu's shoulder, a hint of surprise in its eyes.
"Little Chen, what treasure is this?"
"A good thing!"
Chen Shu said calmly, patting the skill book.
In an instant, the seven-colored light gradually dimmed, and then the entire book vanished, integrating into the little sprite's body.
"Huh?"
The little sprite's eyes widened, disbelief flickering within them.
"You humans learn skills like this?!"
Chen Shu ignored it and opened the little sprite's information panel.
This was the key to whether Zhang Dali could be revived!
As expected, a new skill appeared on the little sprite's panel:
[Death Resurrection Lv1: Can heal all injuries and restore life force! Note: Can be used on any creature]
The skill's description was simple, but its effect was undoubtedly heaven-defying.
No matter how severe the injury, it could be instantly healed, essentially providing a second life.
And this was only the effect at level one!
What would happen if the skill leveled up?
"Resurrection?"
Chen Shu murmured to himself, his eyes filled with awe.
Then, putting aside his fantasies, he instructed the little sprite to use the skill on Zhang Dali beside him.
The little sprite nodded, understanding that the person before it was the new God of Cookery, and its future of delicious meals depended entirely on him!
*Buzz buzz—*
The little sprite produced its natal weapon, a spiked club, and swung it towards Zhang Dali.
In an instant, an extremely dazzling green light appeared, illuminating even the entire mouth of Little Yellow.
The aura of life circulated, refreshing and invigorating, as if even mental fatigue had been swept away.
"What a powerful skill..."
The little sprite's eyes were filled with astonishment. Despite being a bully from another world, it had never witnessed such a divine skill.
"The human world was indeed the right choice..."
The little sprite's heart was filled with excitement. It could be a bully, grow stronger, and enjoy delicious food.
Were there any more perfect things in the world?
Chen Shu, unaware of its thoughts, stared intently at Dali.
At this moment, a surge of life force flowed through Zhang Dali's body.
The injury to his heart had already healed; what he needed was the life force that had been devoured by the death bullet.
"It can succeed... it can succeed..."
He muttered to himself, as if affirming or praying.
If it failed, everything he had done would be meaningless...
But the system never disappointed!
Zhang Dali's right finger, which had been lifeless, suddenly twitched. His placid expression shifted slightly, as if his consciousness was returning.
"Dali!"
Chen Shu's expression turned excited, and he immediately moved to Dali's side, helping him up.
"Mmm~~~"
Zhang Dali's eyelids fluttered, and the next second, they slowly opened.
His eyes were filled with confusion, his mind a blank slate.
But gradually, he regained clarity, as if his memories had returned, and he had come back to life.
"It worked... it worked..."
Chen Shu's body trembled slightly, his heart completely consumed by overwhelming joy. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
The happiness he felt from either breaking through to Golden or comprehending a divine skill was far surpassed by Zhang Dali's resurrection.
"Chen Pi... what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Dali looked at Chen Shu, his current state unlike anything he had ever seen.
"Nothing."
Chen Shu's excitement had not yet subsided as he said, "It's good that you're alive."
"Alive?"
Zhang Dali looked bewildered, not understanding what he was talking about.
"Right, where's my God of Cookery trophy?"
Zhang Dali seemed to recall something and immediately jumped up, searching around.
"Whoosh whoosh~"
The Spatial Rabbit beside them moved its eyes and produced the trophy.
"Good, good..."
Zhang Dali breathed a sigh of relief and said, "When I fainted on the award stage, was it a bit awkward?"
"..."
Chen Shu was slightly taken aback and offered no explanation.
It seemed Zhang Dali only thought he had fainted and didn't recall being shot.
"Huh?"
Zhang Dali's expression shifted as he looked at the trophy and said,
"Why is there blood on this?"
He then sniffed it, as if contemplating something.
Chen Shu raised an eyebrow; the blood on the trophy was indeed Zhang Dali's own heart blood from earlier.
The next second, Zhang Dali looked at Chen Shu, his expression suddenly becoming serious.
"Chen Shu..."
Zhang Dali gripped the trophy in his hand and said word by word,
"Did you put this thing next to the butcher's knife?"
"???"
Chen Shu's expression froze. What was going on?
"Still not admitting it? I smell pig's blood..."
"..."
Chen Shu's eyes widened. What kind of sense of smell did you have?!
It's over, he's ruined...
"What's with that look on your face?"
Zhang Dali was carefully wiping the blood off the trophy when he looked up and saw Chen Shu's strange expression.
"Nothing..."
Chen Shu forced a smile and praised,
"As expected of the God of Cookery, your sense of smell is truly sharp; you guessed it right away!"