The Military Chef of a Ruined World Chapter 127.2

Bam!

Suddenly, a small black shape shot up above my head.

It resembled a creature that looked like a black cat.

It was the [Mac]

Despite its cute appearance, it wasn’t what it seed.

It was a beast that could have wiped out our entire unit.

Clang!

“Nice one, Mac!”

The sound of tal clashing.

I could feel the force that was about to split my head in two being diverted by Mac, pushing it away from .

Thanks to that, I narrowly escaped death and quickly threw myself to the side.

“Huff. Huff.”

Damn it.

I really almost bit the dust there.

With Mac’s help, I managed to put so distance between myself and the enemy.

Feeling sowhat safe, I steadied myself and glared at the creature that had attacked .

“Hey, what the hell are you doing, you bastard?”

[Ingredient Identification (Enhanced)]

[Green Mane Orc Assassin]

What stood before was a colossal creature over two ters tall.

Just looking at its massive fra sent chills down my spine.

The attack itself was one thing, but the realization hit hard.

‘How could I not notice a monster of that size?’

The creature’s designation contained the word [Assassin], which gave a pretty good idea of its capabilities.

‘An assassin. Just like how I effectively utilize the [Environntal Camouflage] ability.’

This monster must possess so trait that helps it conceal its presence as well.

Grrr…!

Squeak!

The creature was now locked in a standoff with Mac.

As I took a better look, I noticed Mac had a strange tal object clenched in its jaws.

It was a knife, strikingly similar to the one held in the creature’s right hand.

‘If it weren’t for Mac, that could have easily beco my skull’s demise.’

A slight shiver coursed down my back.

And then ca the anger.

“This bastard…”

A cold fury bubbled up inside .

The anger stemd from two clear sources.

First, “How the hell have I survived this long only to be ambushed like this?”

For a brief mont, I genuinely thought I was a goner.

‘How humiliating.’

After a long ti, I was feeling the very terror of death again.

And that anger was directed at the creature that had instilled such fear in .

The second reason for my rage was, ‘Am I really that careless?’

Damn Shin Young-joon.

Did I think I was invincible because I was doing well lately?

How could I allow myself to be caught off guard and almost die, despite all my experience?

The frustration boiled within , a sharp reminder of how complacent I had beco.

This mf Y#%@$!.

“Hey. I’m kind of pissed off right now.”

Was that a good thing?

There was a way right in front of to let off this steam.

[Chef’s Eye]

[Acquired Interdiate Grade Cooking Secret: Preparation of the Green-Maned Orcs]

[Interdiate Chef’s Lizard Jerky]

[The effect of Absolute Palate enhanced the quality of your dish]

In my right hand, I held the [Dokkkogusik].

And in my left hand, I gripped the [Black Chinese Cleaver].

With a knife in each hand, I launched myself at the creature before .

“You… @#%&$…”

The massive monster crashed to the ground, muttering in so unintelligible language.

[You have gained experience]

Spitting on the ground, I said, “That was nothing.”

When I had been ambushed, I had genuinely thought I would die.

Fortunately, a direct confrontation proved to be a different story.

The issue was:

“Aren’t assassins always targeting ?”

Surely, a monster of this caliber wouldn’t make an appearance all by itself?

“It’s an ambush!”

I pushed open the restaurant door and yelled, my voice echoing through the entire building.

“Everyone, prepare for enemy attack!”

The assassin that ca for wouldn’t be the last.

And it made sense.

[Monster Wave Incoming.]

The words left by Taejun echoed in my mind.

“Monster Wave.”

It was a term frequently encountered in gas.

A phenonon where an overwhelming number of monsters swarm in.

While it’s typically associated with defense gas,

“Why does it have to be real right now?”

It sent chills down my spine.

“Sergeant Shin!?”

“An ambush? What do you an by that…?”

“It ans exactly what it sounds like! Everyone, check the rooms and confirm the status of the unit mbers!”

I could see the soldiers grabbing their weapons upon hearing my warning.

As I issued my orders, they began to scatter throughout the building, searching for their comrades.

Watching them, a thought crossed my mind.

“From the looks of it… not all unit mbers have been attacked.”

The soldiers following my commands seed completely unaware of the situation.

At least, it ant they hadn’t experienced an ambush like I had.

Perhaps I truly was the only one targeted, but if I were to assu otherwise,

It raised a critical question: If they hadn’t been attacked, and only I was, then what could be the possible reason behind this?

“Are you saying they only targeted key figures?”

Unlike the ordinary soldiers, I am the commander of this unit and its only source of food supplies.

In terms of being a pri target for an assassin, I certainly fit the bill. This led to think of others who might also be susceptible to an attack.

“Min-jae, Gwang-il, and Su-hyeok?”

The first nas that sprang to mind were those of the higher-ranking mbers of the unit.

And then I heard it.