Chapter 903

Chapter 903

Special Players Management Team.

Team Leader Park Minggyu and Lee Minhwa looked at the monitor with grave expressions.

Player Minhyuk was the one that obtained the Suns Salt.

And just like they expected, Minhyuk would eat the Suns Salt. At this point, they no longer found it surprising that Minhyuk was willing to eat an item that could fetch 300,000 platinum, easily allowing someone to eat and play for the rest of their lives.

However, upon closer inspection, Minhyuk was the heir of the Ilhwa Group. It was not only that. The wealth that he had accumulated in Athenae was more than enough to catapult him into the top 20 of Koreas business rankings. Furthermore, Minhyuk played Athenae for eating and treating his eating addiction. Something worth 300,000 platinum would not be able to shake this desire.

Ordinary players that obtained the Suns Salt would most likely suspect an easter egg or a hidden quest would be hidden in the item.

However, even if they suspected something hidden in it, they would still choose to sell the Suns Salt decisively.

The reason was simple. Few could resist the allure of 300,000 platinum. It was too much of a reward for them to gamble on something they only suspected.

This is a problem, Team Leader Park said, with Lee Minhwa nodding.

Yeah. This is a huge problem Lee Minhwa rubbed her chin in thought, a serious expression still plastered as she continued, The beef will taste good if you dip it in the Suns Salt this is truly a problem.

Huh? Something is weird.

Team Leader Park turned to look at Lee Minhwa, who was looking back at him with a puzzled expression on her face.

???

???

I see. She has completely been Minhyuk-ified.

That was right. Lee Minhwa had completely become Minhyuk-ified. However, she would still pay attention to her job.

Team Leader Park asked, What would happen if you eat the Salts Sun?

Employee Lee Minhwa straightened up and answered, You will probably be able to find the traces of the transcendentals. Her eyes grew wider as she opened her mouth again and said with some hesitation, And it would taste very, very delicious.

...

Team Leader Park could only sigh as he looked at the two Food Gods before him.

***

A red salt? Erwell mumbled, looking confused at the salt the man placed before his plate. The salts color looked quite intense like it contained the flames of the blazing sun.

I specifically brought this here to eat beef. Fufu.

Erwell turned to look at the sirloin placed on the heated grill.

Sizzle

When the young man flipped it again, a loud sizzle rang as steam rose again. Erwell could not help but look at the young man in confusion as the young man smiled happily while grilling the meat that the bard had cut smaller to make it easier to eat.

What the hell? Why do I feel like I want to eat it?

That was right. Erwell craved the beef when he looked at the young man before him. Why was this the case? Wasnt he the owner of this beef restaurant?! He had long grown sick from the smell of meat! Erwell shook his head and focused his attention on the man.

The young man picked up a thick piece of sirloin. The outside was grilled perfectly, while the inside was still filled with juices and a bit of blood.

Yes. Beef doesnt taste good if cooked fully.

The young man did not dip the beef in any seasoning and just put it plainly in his mouth. The juices instantly burst and coated his mouth as he gently chewed the meat.

Kghhk! Amazing! This is unbelievable!

Erwell felt like he was going crazy when he saw the man gulp down the meat in his mouth. He wanted to eat the meat that the man was eating, too! A smile flashed on his face as saliva started to pool in his mouth.

This time, the man dipped the thick slice of beef sirloin in the red salt, some of the salt dissolving and seeping deep into the thick portion of beef. Then, the young man pushed the slice into his mouth.

Chew, chew

The taste of the salt balanced out the greasy aftertaste of the meat, his mouth chewing faster as he finished eating the sirloin right away. The young man continued to grill the beef under Erwells dazzled gaze. He grilled the flat iron steak and the ribs right away.

Sizzle

The flat iron steak turned golden brown. When the young man put it in his mouth, its savory flavor exploded as he took a bite of the chewy meat. Then, the young man placed a piece of lettuce on the palm of his hands, placing two pieces of flat iron steak, garlic dipped in ssamjang, and some Cheongyang red pepper on top of it.

...S- scallions! Add some seasoned scallions, too!

Of course.

The young man gently added some scallions covered in red pepper powder and sesame oil when he heard Erwells passionate cries. Then, he wrapped everything up and put it in his mouth. Erwell could already imagine the fantastic combination of flavors that would explode in ones mouth from the combination of ingredients!

This time, the young man spread some wild garlic on his palms and placed two pieces of ribs on top of it. After placing a small dollop of wasabi, he rolled the wild garlic and put everything in his mouth. The slight sweetness of the wild garlic, the intense spiciness of the wasabi, and the savory juices of the meat met and created a beautiful harmony of flavors!

...

Slurp

However, this was where Sebastian was wrong. Erwell did not praise the Beyond the Heavens Empire. He praised their bravery.

The sword aiming for Evans neck slowly rose in the air. Erwell, with his dying voice, rasped, Please please. Someone- anyone please!

At that moment, a warm hand held Erwells outstretched one. With a gentle smile, the man looked at Erwell and said, This is thepayment for the beef you gave me.

Minhyuk knew that Erwell did not praise the Beyond the Heavens Empire. Perhaps Erwell sang that song because he was just trying to give hope to those tired and in pain from the Luvien Empires persecution. Or perhaps because he wanted to enlighten those blinded by their greed and self-interest, they could not see the truth behind his songs.

Minhyuk came here precisely because he expected that this would happen. Also, he wanted to show his gratitude to the man even if the song he sang was not for the sake of the Beyond the Heavens Empire.

Please! Erwell cried, his voice hoarse as he grasped the hands of his last customer.

Roll

A head then fell and rolled away.

...

Erwells eyes grew wide. The head that was on the floor, the neck that was spurting blood, the body that collapsed on the ground; it was not Evan. Instead, it was the knight who raised the sword on his son.

You guys you just act like I expected, huh?

It seemed like this was done by the young man who smiled gently at Erwell. The same young man ate the beef he served with a pure and bright smile.

Sebastian led a total of thirty knights. Only after recalling this fact did Erwell come back to his senses. He knew that Evan and this young man had to run away. However, the young mans appearance slowly changed as he took one step forward after another.

Grandpa, I will remain the same as I am today.

...

A bright light engulfed the young mans body as he walked forward. One glance and Erwell could tell that the young man had grown taller. With the light slowly disappearing, the young man turned to Erwell and said, Whatever Luvien tries to take away and plunder, I will stand there to stop them and protect them. Like the song you sang, I will bet everything on the line, Grandpa.

Erwell could not take his eyes off of the man. When the light finally completely disappeared, he saw a white cape carrying the symbol of a fork and knife crossed together, fluttering behind the handsome young man holding a sword. Erwell had heard a lot about what the man looked like. He knew that the man before him was none other than the Beyond the Heavens emperor, Minhyuk.

Why- why is the emperor here..?! Sebastian shouted in a fluster. However, he could no longer finish his sentence, as his head was already flying away. Did the emperor who ruled the empire come here personally to save a trivial old man?! Who would believe that?!

Erwell, staring at Minhyuk, murmured, Perhaps its because he cherishes every single life that he encounters.

A faint smile appeared on Erwells face. When he sang the song praising the bravery and courage of the Beyond the Heavens emperor, he hoped he was a good man.

An emperor that cares and cherishes even the life of a lone and ordinary man must be a good man.

Shwaaaaaaa!

Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab!

The heads of the Luvien Imperial Army knights fell one after the other. Erwell, who watched the emperors back, suddenly received enlightenment.

The last light of a setting sun. This phenomenon was when the sky would turn bright just before the sunset.

Erwell could tell, I will die in less than an hour.

However, before his death, he wanted to make his final artwork. His masterpiece. Erwell was the greatest bard of the continent. Although he did not become a god, he received the love and care of many.

Erwell stretched his wrinkled hand in the air, a music sheet accompanied by notes appearing above him. He stared at the sheet and notes and slowly waved his hand. And just like a conductor leading his orchestra, the notes followed the movements of his arms and slowly filled the music sheet until it created a score.

At the same time, notifications rang in Minhyuks ears.

[Erwell, the Greatest Bard of the current era, has begun writing and composing the Beyond the Heavens Empires National Anthem!]

[Erwell, nearing his death, is showing extreme concentration!]

[Erwell was inspired by the Beyond the Heavens Emperors love and care for everyone he encounters!]

[Erwell thinks of you and your Beyond the Heavens Empire. His speed of composing the national anthem increases significantly!]

[The God of Bards has bestowed Erwell more power to allow him to finish this score at his final moment!]

[Erwell, with his final burst of talent, created a beautiful melody that shocked even the God of Bards!]

[Erwell!]

[Erwell!]

[Erwell!]

[Erwell!]

The beautiful melody slowly escaped Erwells lips as he hummed while he continued to compose his music. The God of Bards, listening to the old mans final burst of talent, turned Erwells hums into a beautiful performance performed by musical instruments and relayed it to Minhyuks ears.

...

Thump

Minhyuk stopped in his tracks.

Meanwhile, Erwell smiled happily as he drew the final note of his score.

[Bard Erwell has created a masterpiece that exceeded his limits!]