Reborn as a Transcendent

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“Looks like it’s poisonous,” Yaeger remarked calmly, returning the food she had almost eaten to her bowl. Her gaze shifted to Little Blue, who was doubled over and vomiting white foam.

“Ugh! It’s awful! Sweet, spicy, and… detergent?! Chef Number One, what on earth did you put in this food?” Little Blue groaned, spitting out the noxious bite she had taken. Her complaints came to a halt when she noticed the amused smirk on Yaeger’s face.

“Ma… Master, it’s just a minor error! I understand now—it must’ve been a glitch in the training. I’ll fix it immediately!” Little Blue stammered, quickly covering her tracks.

With that, she darted toward Chef Number One and began fiddling with it in an exaggerated attempt to appear busy.

“I’m dead… I’m so dead…” Vera 17 slumped onto the table, her face pale as a sheet and her eyes rolling back weakly. The sizable bite she had taken appeared to have thoroughly poisoned her.

“Hallelujah! Stay away! I don’t believe in religion!” Vera 18 shouted hysterically, her arms flailing wildly as she closed her eyes.

“You call this cooking…?” Yaeger muttered, her lips twitching as she observed their extreme reactions.

Fifteen minutes later, Little Blue finished her so-called adjustments.

Hearing this, the now-recovered Vera 17 and Vera 18 were immediately filled with a sense of dread. They had a sinking feeling that things would go horribly wrong again.

“Really? Let’s test it again, then,” Yaeger said, her tone calm yet expectant. No matter what, Chef Number One needed to work properly. Otherwise, the entire kitchen setup would be pointless.

‘There’s no way I’m going out to buy food for them every single day,’ Yaeger thought.

In truth, Yaeger was something of an introvert. She preferred to stay home whenever she could. After all, wasn’t it wonderful to spend every day at home playing games?

Half an hour later, Chef Number One presented the table with a fresh spread of dishes. The puppet’s efficiency was undeniable, but the question remained—how would the food taste?

Vera 17 and Vera 18 eyed the table laden with delicious-looking dishes, their faces pale with lingering trauma.

“Come on, dig in! Don’t be shy,” Little Blue urged enthusiastically.

Yaeger smiled faintly but made no move to pick up her chopsticks. The other two followed her lead, equally hesitant.

“I said, eat!” Little Blue demanded, exerting her authority as the self-proclaimed leader.

“Little Blue…” the two pleaded weakly, their voices pitiful. The sense of foreboding in their hearts deepened.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“Call me Boss! No—just eat it already!” Little Blue snapped, her patience wearing thin.

“Sob sob sob, Master!” Both of them turned to Yaeger with tear-filled eyes, pleading silently for help.

“I think it’s only fair for you two to try it first. After all, this kitchen was made for the three of you. Personally, I don’t mind not eating,” Yaeger said with an air of sincerity.

“Ugh, fine! Forget it!” The thought of Chef Number One poisoning their meals daily sent chills down Vera 17 and Vera 18’s spines. Gritting their teeth, they finally mustered the courage to take a bite.

In the end…

The moment the food touched their tongues, they were overwhelmed by an indescribably awful flavor. Their eyes rolled back as they collapsed, white foam spilling from their mouths.

In response, Yaeger wisely refrained from tasting the food herself. With an awkward expression, she turned to Little Blue and said, “You can keep adjusting. I’m going to bed.”

“Goodnight, Master!” Little Blue let out a sigh of relief, grateful her master wasn’t angry. She had been convinced her master would punish her.

“Hey, hey! Stop playing dead. Get up and get back to work!” As soon as Yaeger left the kitchen, Little Blue grabbed Vera 17 and Vera 18, forcing them to their feet.

“Master, save us!” Vera 17 and Vera 18 cried out, struggling desperately and screaming toward the kitchen door. Unfortunately for them, Yaeger had already retreated to her room and was lying on her bed with her eyes closed.

Time flew by, and the first rays of sunlight soon pierced through the darkness. Yaeger opened her eyes and stretched leisurely as she rose from her bed.

“It’s kind of troublesome not needing sleep,” she muttered to herself. The previous night, she had simply lain on her bed, emptying her mind and daydreaming until morning arrived.

As she approached the kitchen, a delightful aroma wafted through the air, greeting her before she even entered. It was the unmistakable smell of food.

“Looks like Chef Number One finally accomplished something after a whole night of adjustments,” Yaeger chuckled as she stepped inside.

“Ugh… I want to die…”

“Help… someone help me…”

Inside, Vera 17 and Vera 18 were sprawled on the floor, their stomachs swollen and their pale faces twisted in agony. It was the first time in their lives they had eaten this much food.

No, it wasn’t just eating—they had been force-fed to this extent. It was pure torture.

“I did it! I finally calibrated Chef Number One! From now on, the kitchen is my domain! Hahaha!” Little Blue declared triumphantly, her voice tinged with manic energy. Despite her bold proclamation, her exhausted expression and bloated stomach betrayed the struggles she had endured throughout the night.

“Is it perfect now?” Yaeger asked softly as she approached.

“Master, I did it! It wasn’t easy… not at all… Waaaah!” Little Blue cried, her voice cracking as emotion overwhelmed her. Suddenly, Little Blue threw herself at Yaeger’s leg, clinging to her thigh as tears streamed down her face in an unrestrained display of emotion.

No one could guess just how much poison Little Blue had consumed throughout the night.

After Little Blue and the others recovered, Yaeger joined them for a modest breakfast that, while edible, was far from delicious.

“Gulp, gulp. Ah, I feel alive again!” Vera 17 exclaimed dramatically after chugging half a can of soda to wash down the fried egg on her plate, as if she had just survived a life-threatening ordeal.

Vera 18 wasn’t much better off, sporting a similarly exhausted yet relieved expression.

“Little Blue, any updates on Vera’s side?” Yaeger asked, setting down her chopsticks and dabbing her mouth with a napkin.

“Let me check!” Little Blue replied, tapping her fingers in the air to summon a virtual screen. Her fingers moved rapidly across the screen, as though she were operating a complex system.

After about fifteen seconds, she paused and turned to Yaeger. “Master, Vera isn’t up to anything new. But…” She trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.

“But what?” Yaeger prompted.

“But I found something interesting in the customs and immigration records.” As she spoke, she enlarged the virtual screen and began playing a video. Yaeger, Vera 17, and Vera 18 leaned in, watching intently.

The footage was from the immigration office’s surveillance system. Technically, this footage had been deleted.

“Heheh, I restored it,” Little Blue announced proudly.

The trio exchanged puzzled glances. Their confusion vanished as soon as the person on the screen came into view.

“Ah, it’s Vera Number Three!” Vera 18 exclaimed, pointing at the screen.

“The other two next to her must be Number Two and Number One,” Vera 17 added, though her tone was hesitant.

“Master, it looks like one of them deleted this footage. Also, the immigration records have been tampered with,” Little Blue explained.

“Three Vera clones and twelve Transcendents. Very good. Very, very good,” Yaeger said, a cheerful smile spreading across her face. To Yaeger, the three Vera [Doppelgängers] were the main prize, while the rest of the group was nothing more than cannon fodder.

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