A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World (WN)

"This world will fall under my rule eventually. The Army of the Dead has already embarked on their journey…"

That was the last sentence that Mag heard before he got himself out of that vortex. He opened his eyes and stumbled two steps back instinctively before looking into Irina's blue eyes.

"Are you okay?" Irina grabbed Mag's hand to prevent him from losing his balance. She looked at him worriedly. "You were mesmerized by that skull."

"I'm fine." Mag shook his head. Only then did he realize that his back was totally soaked by his sweat.

That skeleton man flew into a rage after he asked that question. Boundless black fog flooded the hall, and legions and legions of skeleton cavalry charged at him, leaving him nowhere to hide.

If it weren't for that beam of light that pierced through the hall's dome roof at the very last second and blasted him out, he might not have made it back.

Mag glanced at the shattered stone statue lying on the floor without the black fog. Such a violent strike must have been the handiwork of Irina, who was holding onto his hand.

"I'm fine. I have been careless." Mag shook his head apologetically. He had underestimated this stone statue. He thought it should be fine since it was smashed to bits, but he had still fallen into its trap.

"Bad stone statue, stupid stone statue. How dare you bully my father? I'm going to burn you down to ashes!" Amy, who was standing at a side, threw a fireball onto it, and the flame quickly turned the statue into a pile of white ashes. Its existence was completely erased.

"What did you see?" Irina asked Mag.

"Let's talk after we get up there. We should leave now," Mag said. He pondered as he looked at the pile of white ashes. He took out a dustpan, swept up all the ashes, and brought them along with him.

After they got up into the mobile restaurant, Mag let Amy burn that three-headed demon hound with flame magic before driving the mobile restaurant into the sea.

"Father, that stupid dog is already dead. Why are we burning it again?" Amy asked, a little puzzled. Irina was also looking at Mag curiously.

"If we could create a crack in the alliance between the Abyss Demons and the Flaming Demons, or even break it apart, this would be a good thing for this world's peace," Mag said with a smile. Since Alfred was already unhappy with the Flaming Demons, he wouldn't mind giving them a push to make them turn against each other.

"Given Alfred's brain, he would definitely believe this was done by the Flaming Demons." Irina smiled and looked at Mag with approval. This was indeed a good strategy.

"Earlier on, I was pulled into a mysterious black hall…" Mag told Irina what he had experienced earlier. The elves were a very ancient species. Their extremely long lives allowed them to possess more coherent history and heritage than humans. As the elf princess, she might know something.

"The Army of the Dead has already embark on their journey…" Irina repeated Mag's last sentence as she furrowed her beautiful brows. She shook her head after thinking for a while. "The legend about making a deal with the devil was narrated to me by my mother when I was young. But I couldn't remember if she had mentioned the Army of the Dead. I haven't read many ancient elven books."

"Guess we will need to spend more time to find out what this sentence means." Mag was a little disappointed. There wasn't a shortcut for him to take.

"If there is a need, I can make a trip back to Wind Forest. Although the queen is still in seclusion, I know where the ancient books are kept," Irina said. She could sense that the black fog was unusual.

If the Army of the Dead mentioned by the skeleton man was real, and had already embarked on its journey to conquer the Norland Continent, then they would have to understand what kind of existence they were.

"That is too risky." Mag shook his head. He didn't want Irina to be caught in danger again. "We can understand them through other means. I have established some connections with Chaos City now, maybe they could help."

"Alright." Irina glanced at Amy and then nodded. "So, where do we go now?"

"The black fog was eradicated and the stone statue was destroyed. However, the fog of war that looms over the Demon Islands is thickening as we speak. The agenda of this trip is to destroy the alliance of the demon tribes so that they will be too busy dealing with one another and can't make a unanimous statement at the peace negotiation next month." Mag pulled out the map of the Demon Islands. Every island represented a demon tribe. The more powerful demon tribe was, the bigger their island and closer to the center.

"Assassinate all the powerhouses in each individual tribe, and then frame the other demons?" Irina said after a moment of pondering.

"This is a simple and effective method." Mag nodded. This method was indeed very efficient. As long as they did it correctly, it could stir things up between the two tribes very easily, especially when it came to the generally impulsive demons.

"Apart from that, we still need an identity." Mag's finger pointed to an island near the center. "Carapace Island. We will live there incognito for a period of time and open a restaurant."

"A new restaurant?" Amy asked with sparkling eyes.

"Yes." Mag nodded. The most efficient way to eliminate 300,000 crayfish was to feed them all to the chowhounds.

Irina pondered, and asked, "Incognito? Are we going to pretend to be demons?"

"Yes, so that we wouldn't attract any unwanted attention." Mag nodded. Otherwise, with Irina's fame, the whole world would know that Irina opened a crayfish restaurant on Carapace Island as soon as the restaurant was opened.

"It sounds rather interesting." Anticipation flashed across Irina's face. She loved to hide her identity and then go do some interesting stuff the most. Otherwise, most people would give her a wide berth, and it was very boring.

"Before that, let's go catch some ingredients." Mag maneuvered the mobile restaurant and dived toward the deep sea.

"What are you planning to do, Host?" The system's nervous voice sounded.

"Inspecting the base of the ingredient. Since we are already here, we can't be leaving empty-handed right?" Mag said as a matter of course.

"Host, please mind your language. This is this system's crayfish rearing base! And it's not open to the public."

"System, that's very wrong of you. As a crayfish rearer, you might be supplying the restaurant with crayfish in the future. As I have to be responsible to my customers, shouldn't I see how you rear the crayfish with my own eyes? As a chef with principles, shouldn't I test if it is poisonous first? If this is your attitude, then I don't want your crayfish in the future," Mag said with pursed lips.

The system remained silent for a long time before there was a beep for opening access permissions.

After they went through the transparent netting, a pod of crustaceans that were about a hand wide and an arm long swam by the mobile restaurant slowly.

Holy f*ck! They are huge!

Mag stared at those crustaceans that were the size of the Australian lobsters and yet resembled the crayfish, and marvelled.

"There are so many big shrimpies!" Amy, too, pressed against the glass wall and swallowed her saliva. "Father, let's not eat grilled fish for lunch today. We will have this big shrimpy."