UGB Chapter 385: Feeling Inferior
Chapter 385: Feeling Inferior
Loren stood by the window, listening to the resolute words coming from Sadia beside him, and silently shrugged his shoulders.
Oh? So I’d underestimated Mr. Oliver...
Looks like I didn’t have to be so tactful during the interview just now...
After inwardly mocking himself for being too considerate of Oliver Beck, Loren finally turned to the head chef beside him and spoke:
“In that case, thank you for your hospitality.”
With those words, Loren reached up and lightly tipped his hat, nodding slightly to signal his intention to take his leave...
Sadia Beck, standing by the window, faced Loren’s farewell without any unnecessary words. He simply said calmly:
“You’re welcome to visit again anytime.”
His tone was flat and polite, carrying a faint hint of distance.
For a powerful individual like Sadia Beck, who enjoyed savoring life, someone like Loren represented endless trouble and danger.If not for his nephew’s repeated pleas, he wouldn’t have even stepped out of his kitchen to meet Loren.
This kind of restless, dangerous element—once you got tangled up with them, it would ruin the comfortable environment he’d deliberately crafted.
And after watching Loren’s entire interview live, he became even more convinced of his initial judgment about Loren.
“A guy who openly declares on a live broadcast that he’ll take revenge on the Federation—how could he possibly be a good person...”
Clearly, Sadia Beck was also feeling a bit worn out inside.
He was already thinking about whether to close his restaurant for a while...
As Loren walked toward the exit of the private dining room, he could clearly sense the unguarded distance this Chef Sadia was keeping from him.
His mischievous side flared up again...
Loren’s steps suddenly halted, and he turned around abruptly.
“Mr. Sadia, I think you forgot something.”
“What do you mean?” Sadia Beck’s tone grew wary.
“You forgot to give me and my friends five extremely valuable membership cards...” Loren’s tone was playful and teasing.
Hearing Loren’s malicious tone, Sadia Beck’s brow furrowed in a rather rare display of irritation.
Sure enough, such a troublemaker—how did he get involved with my honest, kind-hearted nephew...
Two seconds later.
Sadia Beck let out a soft sigh.
After sighing, he waved his hand somewhat helplessly.
The next moment, five black gilded cards appeared in his hand...
He flicked his wrist lightly!
Those five membership cards of Sadia’s Private Restaurant flew straight toward the group...
Seeing this, Loren smiled and caught the cards flying toward him, then, right in front of Sadia, “with great care,” put them away into his spatial storage device.
“See you next time, Mr. Sadia. I really like your restaurant.”
Hearing Loren’s “sincere compliment,” Sadia Beck’s face instantly darkened...
Calm down, calm down, calm down...
If I fight, I might lose! The aura on that guy doesn’t feel right... Sadia silently comforted himself.
Clearly, this head chef had also sensed the dangerous, almost “otherworldly evil god” aura radiating from Loren.
In fact, from the moment he laid eyes on Loren, his spiritual instincts had been warning him: this guy is extremely dangerous—handle with care...
Meanwhile, after offering his heartfelt praise, Loren tipped his hat once more, smiled, and turned to leave.
At this moment, Cook P. Jones and the other three were standing quietly in the luxurious private room.
Seeing Loren’s actions, the four, who had been carefully maintaining their silence, took the opportunity to rise and politely bid farewell to Mr. Sadia, who was standing by the window with a face full of dark lines.
“Thank you for the hospitality, Chef Sadia!”
“Chef Sadia, your culinary skills are unforgettable. Hope we meet again!”
...
After saying their goodbyes, the four, who had excellent situational awareness, quickly followed Loren’s retreating figure, afraid of being left behind...
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Federal Calendar 7708, December 29, early evening.
City of Canbera, Beastkin Star Domain.
At a scenic overlook located on a mountainside, offering a pleasant view.
Having left “Sadia’s Private Restaurant,” Loren and the others were now sitting side by side on the edge of the overlook’s railing, chatting...
Their legs dangled in the air, swaying lazily back and forth.
“Loren, you should have seen it—when you said you’d be visiting his restaurant again, that Chef Sadia’s face turned so dark it looked like it was about to sink into the Abyss! Hahahaha...”
The laughter from Seena, who was sitting next to Loren, carried a hint of indescribable excitement and lightness.
Coming from a humble background, she had always harbored an unspoken feeling of “inferiority” toward lofty, powerful existences like “Demigod-level powerhouses.”
Her past experiences had made her doubt countless times whether she could ever reach that noble and great rank—“Demigod.”
Even after receiving the “special inheritance” from the Ancient Ruin, that lingering inferiority never fully dissipated.
But after witnessing what happened at the restaurant this afternoon, she understood one thing:
“Demigods aren’t truly great—they’re not real gods. This group also has clear weaknesses and flaws, with bonds, fears, and their own concerns...”
Without her realizing it, the inferiority buried deep in her heart quietly faded away...
And after letting go of that hidden self-doubt, this Ninth-Tier mage of humble origins even vaguely sensed the emergence of that “opportunity”...
An “opportunity” to advance to Legendary Mage.
Combined with the “special inheritance” she had obtained during this adventure, she gradually understood the meaning behind that saying: “The lofty gods are nothing but bigger mages.”
Unfortunately, none of the others present noticed the change in this “young lady mage” of the team.
They only felt that the “young lady mage’s” mood seemed a bit lighter...
Hearing Seena’s teasing, Hankley, who was sitting to her left and had always craved power, couldn’t help but sigh:
“When will I be able to provoke a Demigod powerhouse so casually...”
Tannas, sitting on the other side of Hankley, also smiled and remarked:
“Rule-Based Psychics really have it good—already this strong without even reaching Legendary...”
At this moment.
“Don’t talk nonsense! Let me clarify something! I’m already Legendary, and I’m nowhere near as exaggerated as Loren!”
Cook P. Jones, sitting at the far end, shook his head with a wry smile, teasing himself.
In response to Cook P. Jones’s somewhat sour praise, Loren, who had been sitting on the overlook enjoying the early evening scenery of Canbera, turned his head with a broad smile and asked with a very meaningful grin:
“Jealous? Want me to give each of you a revolver.”