"Working volunteers? Will there be such a good thing?"

The staff looked suspiciously at Komatsu and the thin old man, walked in front and led the way: "Then you follow me! Have you done the sorting?"

"No problem, he is physically and mentally healthy!" said the old staff member.

…

In the corner not far from Komatsu and the old man

"Wait a moment, Chuck...I'll take off your eye mask now..."

The mysterious masked man gently took off the eye mask from Chuck's face.

Chuck then saw the person in front of her, but because she was wearing a mask, she couldn't recognize who she was! However, Chuck looked at the person in front of her, and felt a very familiar feeling in her heart...

"Please...who are you? Why do you know my name?"

"Shhh... don't make a sound!"

The masked man looked around and whispered to Chuck: "Listen carefully to me and Chuck, now you're carrying this mask! Go to the Red Pot line!"

"Hey? Why?" Chuck didn't understand.

The masked man was anxious to bring the mask to Chuck himself and said, "Don't ask so much, hurry up and do what I said! Listen, no matter what others say, you must be upright. You are already a 12-year-old brother, right? That doesn't matter, if Chuck did, you will definitely be able to do it!"

"Hey, what are you doing there? Don't be lazy!" A mask staff member discovered Chuck and the others.

The masked man stood up and said calmly: "Yes, let's go there right away!"

"Well? What's going on with that little devil?"

"It seems that the eyes have not adapted yet!"

"Is that true? Is it a replacement? Okay, come here!" The staff called Chuck with a mask over.

The two of them were chatting while walking towards the red pot.

"How many times have you been in charge of? What was your job last time?"

"Ah...that...is that red pot..."

With the help of the mysterious man, the 12-year-old Chuck finally escaped...

Komatsu

The skinny old man and Komatsu rider were also rushing towards the permanent kitchen of Shell Mountain.

"Uncle...what is the sorting that those people just mentioned?" Komatsu suddenly asked the thin old man.

"Ah, you said you're sorting..."

The thin old man explained to the sorting again.

The residents of slums who are forced to be contained must first be divided into two categories! People who can see abnormalities physically and people who can see abnormalities mentally! Those who can be traded in souls are those who can see abnormalities spiritually, and other people who are naturally dull and lazy, of course... Extreme and violent people and those who are ignorant in character are also included! Then the originally excellent souls will replace these souls, and according to their respective skills, they will also allow them to open restaurants in the city! They will participate in the plan again as chefs, among which the five types of ten beans are the most representative.

"There are ten-bear-five kinds of people... do I remember being the hero of this country that Chuckett had?" Komatsu said.

"Their souls have been resurrected dozens of times... Correspondingly, life experiences will grow accordingly, and cooking techniques will be further improved! For them, it feels like they have lived for thousands of years." said the thin old man.

It turns out that the Five Ten Bears can be so old... is it because after experiencing more than ten life and deaths?

"What happens if...the person with abnormal body selected...is selected?" Komatsu asked again.

After pondering for a while, the old man looked at Komatsu with a somewhat terrified look and said, "It will be treated as or fertilizer...it will turn into a delicious Western-style full meal!"

Komatsu was stunned for a while, with a few drops of sweat hanging on his forehead.

"Also...that is to say, I will be killed!?" Xiao Song twitched slightly.

The old man sighed and looked forward, saying, "People who are judged to be extremely light in their bodies will be sent to labor directly... but can that be said to be lucky? No matter what, what awaits them is cruel labor... What they are forced to do is exactly the same as our rent ancestors who were once Nitro!"

People who were once kidnapped around... became Nitro slaves!

"Okay, we're here!"

The staff walking in front hid towards Komatsu and the thin old man and said.

“This is the first kitchen!”

After opening the door, what appeared in front of Komatsu was a surprising scene! Countless air fruits were being cooked in advanced pots, and countless staff were often there.

“There are regeneration and cooking of ingredients called air here!”

"Wow. So awesome, there are so many airs! Although it is much smaller than the physical ones..." Xiao Song said excitedly.

Hearing Komatsu say this, the staff beside him couldn't help but be surprised and said, "Well... have you added air before?"
Chapter completed!