“Classmate Bacher, perhaps you could just lead us to the corridor where the Demon Lord's Own Restaurant is located, and then you can go to your regular class. After the second class, come find us again and continue to guide us. I'll help you pass any classroom, whether it's difficulty level 2 or 3.”

Ranchi looked at Bacher, his tone calm, but the confident light in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Bacher clearly didn't want to spend his precious credit coins either. After all, for a student like him, teetering on the edge of expulsion, every spare credit coin was extremely valuable.

"Okay, okay."

Bacher hurriedly bowed to Ranchi, thanking him profusely.

Even during the time he fainted in the music classroom earlier, this Radiant Demon hadn't coveted his two credit coins.

What Bacher feared most was being targeted or enslaved by powerful high-ranking demons.

In this world, the weak were often prey.

However, contact with Ranchi, a strong individual, surprised Bacher. Although this Radiant Demon was terrifying, his high level of rationality revealed a reasonableness unlike that of a demon.

Demons with such qualities were often the highest-ranking and most frightening.

But correspondingly, as long as you didn't actively provoke them, they wouldn't bother targeting weaker demons to make things difficult.

Next.

Bacher completely entered his guide mode again, using his respectful voice with a sense of certainty, he began to lead Ranchi and Hyperion towards their new destination.

After about ten minutes, the scenery before them gradually changed, from the purgatory-like teaching corridor to an elegant and leisurely indoor architectural environment.

Arriving in the functional area, the air in the corridor was fresh, as if compared to the dark classroom corridor just now, it was a completely different world.

Here, the aura of the pitch-black abyss didn't seem so strong, but was replaced by a purer tranquility.

"This is where you want to go. I'll come find you during the next class break."

Bacher stood at the entrance of a bright corridor, bowing goodbye to Ranchi.

There was a hint of relieved ease in his voice, as if he had completed a difficult task.

"Okay, be careful."

Ranchi replied, waving his hand and watching Bacher's figure disappear around the corner of the corridor.

Then, he and Hyperion walked together on this corridor, bathed in soft, reddish light, and soon saw the Demon Lord's Own Restaurant, covered with floor-to-ceiling glass walls.

The name seemed to promise them a noble-like enjoyment.

[Time remaining: 9 hours 36 minutes]

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[Challengers Ranchi & Hyperion are located in corridor s02, Demon Lord's Own Restaurant]

Passing through the automatic revolving glass door, you could see that the overall decoration of the restaurant's interior adopted a high-quality pure black style, and the details were full of unconventional and ingenious little rebellions—for example, the branches and stones on the table, upon closer inspection, turned out to be part of the tableware.

Large floor-to-ceiling windows made the suspended scenery outside the Purgatory Corridor Academy the background of the restaurant, and only here would you finally realize that the school was a corridor castle built above purgatory.

When night fell, the starlight seemed to be reflected on the dining table, giving people an absurd and beautiful dreamlike feeling.

"Guests, please take a look at this first."

The demon waiter handed out a carefully crafted black leather guide while leading them to their seats.

The cover of the guide had unique diamond-shaped patterns and a faint leather smell, as if carrying a kind of old-world charm.

Ranchi turned his gaze to the writing on the cover.

Several lines of exquisite text were arranged on it, which were the precautions for the Demon Lord's Own Restaurant.

[Improper attire is prohibited in the restaurant]

[Fighting, brawling, or causing trouble is prohibited]

[Pets, summoned beasts, and familiars are prohibited]

[Dining and dashing is prohibited]

[Insulting other customers is prohibited]

[Violators will be executed by the restaurant manager]

[If you have a bad experience due to other customers violating the rules, the restaurant will provide compensation]

The烫印 characters were neatly arranged on the cover.

"As expected, it's still a demon realm style."

Ranchi couldn't help but sigh to Hyperion beside him.

It had to be said that the fact that violations would lead to immediate execution meant that etiquette and customs in the demon realm were indeed quite good.

"Indeed."

Hyperion nodded.

She felt that she could gradually adapt to the rhythm of the demon realm now, not because she had half-demon blood, but because she was influenced and adapted quickly by being around Ranchi, who was more like a local demon than the local demons.

The lighting in the restaurant was soft, and the air was filled with a rich aroma of food.

At this time, there were only a few students in the restaurant, each sitting in their respective corners, looking down at the menu or quietly waiting for their dishes to be served.

The existence of each figure added a unique atmosphere to the restaurant.

After Ranchi and Hyperion looked at the menu for a while.

The demon waiter who received them walked towards them again with an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, I was a little slow because I was too busy. Please forgive me."

The waiter sincerely apologized to the two of them, and her attitude towards Ranchi, who was a teacher, was obviously very respectful.

"It's okay."

Ranchi held a delicate menu in his hand, his fingers gently sliding across the paper, his eyes sweeping across the text and pictures on each page, trying to understand the characteristics and taste of each dish.

Finally, his eyes stopped on one of the pages.

This Demon Lord's Own Restaurant combines the flavors of the demon realm style and the local ingredients of the Purgatory Land, innovating a unique new demon realm style cuisine.

Although he didn't recognize the specific demon realm ingredient names, this dish that could increase attributes looked like grilled potato balls and smoked eel, and the sauce was roughly similar to smoked onion sauce and eel consommé, and finally garnished with dill oil to add a hint of freshness.

There was also a black chocolate soufflé, which should be the final dessert. The black chocolate soufflé looked fluffy and warm, plus an icy custard sauce. The taste must be alternating between hot and cold, rich and light.

The two limited dishes were a must-order, priced at 5 credit coins each, which could specialize Hyperion's attack attributes and allow her to reach the fourth-order combat power tonight.

In this way, with a super thug who could match the shadow world level, they would have more room to maneuver.

Other dishes that were merely delicious but didn't come with any effects weren't that expensive. They could order some depending on the situation.

However.

Seeming to notice Ranchi's intention, a troubled look appeared on the demon waiter's face, and her melodious voice carried an undeniable hint of regret:

"Sir, both of these have already been sold out today."

"Are none of the limited dishes available?"

Ranchi frowned slightly, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

It was only just after the first class break, how could the limited dishes be sold out so quickly?

What made him even more puzzled was that, despite the seemingly spacious and luxurious restaurant, there were only a few customers, but the waiters seemed so busy.

The demon waiter nodded helplessly and explained to Ranchi:

"No, and there aren't many ingredients left to make regular dishes either. Currently, there are only..."

As she spoke, she carefully helped Ranchi point out the dishes that were still available on the menu.

Ranchi was puzzled.

He glanced around the restaurant.

And quickly discovered the problem—

At a luxurious long table, sat a rather eye-catching demon.

His silver-white hair seemed to be embellished with a sky full of stars, exuding a noble elegance and coldness.

However.

In that almost negligible, fleeting moment, one could feel the undisguised pickiness and dissatisfaction in his eyes.

The restaurant waiters were like ants carrying heavy burdens, busily surrounding him, and exquisite dishes were constantly being brought to him.

However, the silver-haired demon only slightly lowered his head, casually picked up a fork or spoon, tasted a bite or two, and then frowned, pushing the plate in front of him aside, revealing an extremely dissatisfied expression.

Then those foods would be taken away directly by the waiter and dumped into the trash can.

Those dishes discarded by him had hardly been truly enjoyed, and the waiters' busyness and his pickiness seemed to form a strong contrast.

All the demons were looking for the next instruction in the silver-haired demon's eyes and gestures, like hamsters being driven in circles, extremely busy.

Even the restaurant manager had no choice but to come to his table, accepting his sharp comments and accusations.

Ranchi silently watched his dining behavior, looking a little unhappy.

This kind of direct gaze quickly made the silver-haired demon aware.

The silver-haired demon turned his head and met Ranchi's eyes for a while, as piercing as ice.

Immediately, a hint of displeasure appeared in the silver-haired demon's eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with Ranchi's gaze.

The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, forming a cold arc, and at the same time, he let out a contemptuous snort.

The silver-haired demon glanced over Ranchi and Hyperion, as if looking at two cheap commodities, his expression full of disdain.

Then, he pointed to the restaurant manager next to him, signaling him to come over.

Immediately afterwards, he said calmly:

"How many high-end ingredients do you have today? I'll order them all."

The domineering aura in his words was as undeniable as his noble temperament.

Obviously, he wanted to show the absolute gap between them in front of Ranchi and Hyperion, and even deprive them of the opportunity to enjoy food.

It seemed that because of Ranchi's glance just now, he decided that he wouldn't allow Ranchi and Hyperion, these two rude demons, to enjoy food of the same grade as him today.

However, Ranchi still looked at the silver-haired demon's long table with a slight frown, without saying a word.

"Ranchi, forget it."

Hyperion's tone was gentle, as if she wanted to resolve Ranchi's troubles.

She was very sure that the silver-haired student, who had an exaggerated amount of credit coins, was definitely not easy to mess with.

In this functional area, there was almost no room for action either.

According to Ranchi's most skilled tactics of mockery plus love poet, or silence plus manipulation of words, it wouldn't work in this restaurant where summons were forbidden.

Silence enveloped the tables of the silver-haired demon and Ranchi, separated by a distance. Ranchi seemed to hear Hyperion's advice. His eyes moved away from the silver-haired demon's table and turned to Hyperion's face.

"Saving food and eliminating waste requires the joint efforts of everyone."

Ranchi finally spoke,

"We should consciously promote the fine virtues of thrift and frugality, establish the ideological concept that saving is glorious and wasting is shameful, and increase publicity on practicing thrift and opposing waste, and strive to create a good social atmosphere of civilized dining and rational consumption."

Ranchi earnestly explained his values to Hyperion.

Hyperion: "..."

She always felt.

Ranchi's ideas were not bad in themselves.

But coming from his mouth, there was a strange hint of underworld slang.

Because this person's understanding of things like virtue was somewhat unique!