Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What? Chapter 778: Day in the life of Jack

[Maestro, are you sure that’s English? We have established that the power of [Chaos], combined with Logos and Pathos fiddling with your brain, makes it so you can understand most languages and autotranslates.]

’I am aware, Hurricroak, which is why I turned it off a for a bit while staring at the sign. That’s English, and if I had to make a guess based on the wording, it’s Arican English no less.’

[What makes you say that?]

’Because Nepherage, that top na in Hoof Speech letters is a mistranslation. The na of this place is actually Jack’s Diner, and diners are basically an Arican thing.’

[Ah.]

’Reminds of a lifeti ago...regardless, this leads to a bigger question.’

[Which is...]

’What version of Earth is this guy from?’

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On a certain blue planet, in the middle of nowhere, was...a diner.

To those who don’t know what a diner is, they’re basically inexpensive restaurants that specialize in simple foods like hamburgers, sandwiches, fried chicken, or anything one would eat for breakfast. Basically, anything that could be prepared on short notice and in relatively quick manner. They also typically provide coffee, milkshakes or so kind of pie, but that depends on the place.

At a first glance, this diner was incredibly...typical and generic.

On the outside, it was a one story building with aluminum tal walls, windows all around it and a big neon sign that read, "Jack’s Diner". anwhile, the insides were even more typical.

One side of the diner was a series of empty booths, the seats being made of a dark blue leather while the tables themselves tal lined composite wood with a glass cover. While on the other side, was long counter accompanied by at least a dozen stools that were bolted into the ground. Pass that counter was the main kitchen area, where diners could see and sll their food being prepared, alongside the coffee being brewed in large, cylindrical machines.

There was even an old style jukebox sitting in the corner.

However, it should be noted that this diner had not one, but two secrets to it.

The first, and more mundane, secret was that the owner of the diner, the titular Jack as it were, just so happened to live in the diner.

There was a room in the very back of the establishnt, which was essentially a dium sized apartnt. Supposedly, it used to be one of two walk-in freezers, but the generator for it broke a long ti ago.

As such, Jack used the space as living quarters since it was significantly cheaper than renting or buying a house.

Perhaps it wasn’t an ideal way to live, but it was his and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

"Ahhhh-haaa. That was a good rest...what ti is it? Oh...okay, ti to get ready for the breakfast rush," Jack yawned as he made his way out into the main kitchen area from his apartnt.

The second secret was a bit more... fantastic.

"Ground beef, check. Bacon, check. Filets from Black Thorn Tilapia, check. Geode eggs from a Rock Feather Fowl, check. Sapphire eggs from Azure Lightning peacock, check..."

Jack didn’t exactly know when or why it happened, but for so inexplicable reason, a very strange door appeared out of nowhere and attached itself to a blank piece of wall where Jack was originally going to place a statue of Elvis Presley. Thankfully, he didn’t.

"The pies should be done baking by now and...wait, did I use the Ruby Crystal Cherries or Garnet Crystal Cherries? Shit..."

Eventually, Jack learned that the door in question was sohow connected to another world, one that was called Valresta.

"Alright, today’s special is gonna be a Cockatrice Olette stuffed with Dryad’s Delight fungus and...salsa done Efreeti Republic style...for now. I should probably ask Miss Aranea for another batch of ingredients, soon."

When he initially discovered this door, Jack freaked the hell out of his mind.

How else would one react when they discover a literal doorway to another world appearing in their place of work/living space?

After so ti, learning about Valresta’s vast array of deliciously strange ingredients, and getting a few custors from this strange doorway(as well as realizing that they paid in precious tals), Jack eventually settled on the idea of being his world’s (probably) only isekai diner.

After confirming everything was in place, Jack proceeded to position himself behind the diner’s main counter and ntally prepare himself for the arrival of custors from the other side.

The only downside is that he didn’t know who would walk through that door until it happened.

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*Bing-Bong*

Please note that Hoof Speech is vaguely close to English, but there are so words that don’t translate one to one.

As such, these words will have () to show the difference.

As for which words will be in English and which ones will be Hoof Speech...that shall be left to the readers.

Thank you, sorry for the interruption.

*Bing-Bong*

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The Zhen Clan had no idea what to expect when they entered the unassuming building with the na of "Cafe Jack".

It didn’t look all too impressive on the outside, carrying the aesthetic of a recently built frontier style building, and it didn’t even have any windows that could show them how it looked on the inside.

However, the mont they crossed that door, they were pleasantly surprised.

Well, most of them were.

"Whoa..."

"This is...different."

"I simultaneously love the look, but hate it at the sa ti. Feels cheap yet...hoy."

"It slls like bacon and sugar, I imdiately love this place."

’Holy shit...this...this is an actual diner!,’ Zhen Liu thought in alarm.

From the curved ceiling, the possibly faux leather booths to the singular counter and jukebox in the corner, this place looked exactly like one of the diners that lined highways back ho or were located in the middle of literal bumfucking nowhere. There were even several pieces of morabilia from the Arican 50s-70s era.

It was...strangely nostalgic.

A feeling that was soon compounded the mont he heard the owner’s voice.

"Hello and welco to Cafe Jack (Jack’s Diner). Feel free to sit where-oh! Miss Aranea, what a nice surprise! You normally only co every other day, what’s the occasion?"

"Oh, no big occasion, Jack. Just here to get breakfast. This is my employer, Patriarch Zhen Shi, and his family. Hope you don’t mind the big party."

"Nah, nah! More the rrier!"

’Okay, that was clearly English with a clear Southern accent...wait a minute, why did he sound native to for a second?’

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=Oh, well, this is as good as ti as any to bring it up, but you know how in your head, Radiant Feather’s language sounds vaguely French?=

’Yes...’

∆Hoof Speech, by your definition, is a mix of Arican Southern and a touch of Bostonian...kind of? If you go to the Golden Horns Confederacy, they lean very heavily on the latter.∆

’That...that makes a little too much sense.’

∆Right???∆

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"Hang on a minute, are you by any chance the patriarch of the Zhen Clan? The guys with all dem aether beasts(magic creatures)?"

"Uh...yes," Zhen Shi confird, a bit stunned by Jack’s straightforward deanor. He was briefly reminded of his auntie in that exact mont, but quickly shook the thought out of his head.

That said, he got the feeling if they ever t, they would get along a little too well.

"Well, shit! I owe you guys a huge favor (helluva debt) or two!"

"You do? What’d you do?"

It should be noted that that latter question was aid at Aranea (Arachnida).

"Honestly, not much," Aranea replied.

"Not much?," Jack protested in disbelief. "Aranea helped to clear out so bad eggs(punk ass bitches) from my establishnt and then helped to supply ingredients after those bastards ca back for revenge," he explained. "In return, she gets a free cup of coffee every ti she cos in, while the Zhen Clan’s mbers all get a discount on als. Hey! Since this the first ti the patriarch (big boss) himself is here to eat, consider this al on the castle (on the house)."

"Huh?"

"He ans it’s free."

"Ah...well then, it’d be rude not to take you up on that offer. Feel free to sit wherever, everyone."

Given the go ahead, the Zhen Clan mbers imdiately filled up most of the booths and a couple of the counter seats.

During this process, Zhen Liu shot Aranea(Arachnida) a bit of judging glare the mont it registered that she was getting regular cups of free coffee.

A little known fact about spiders is that they can get drunk off caffeine. In other words, Aranea has been drinking a mug of what was essentially her equivalent to whiskey practically every other day.

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’Arachnida...are you good? Do we need to stage an intervention?’

[It’s fine, young master. You should know that despite being part spider, coffee doesn’t have the sa effect on as it does in lesser arachnids. For , it’s just a lite tingle.]

’If you say so...’