The Accursed Chef and His Pair of Furry Foodies: Volume 2 (eBook)

Yuu Tanaka (Autor)

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2025
250 Seiten
J-Novel Club (Verlag)
978-1-7183-2380-3 (ISBN)

Infos

After a brutal clash with the malevolent enigma known as dungeon malice, Thor-a reincarnated boy from Earth-and his beast-eared companions, Shiro and Kuro, consume heaven dragon meat to heal...only to awaken with parts of their bodies transformed into dragon parts. But the true danger comes from dungeon malice's deadly curse. To break it, they must venture into the dungeon, pressing on toward its deepest chamber, where the statue of the goddess awaits. As they push forward on their journey, they discover a vast forest blooming in the heart of the dungeon and also encounter Ares, another reincarnated soul from Earth. His dark eyes, black hair, and strangely familiar aura stir something in Thor. As bonds form and secrets begin to surface, a lord's sinister scheme creeps ever closer. What fate awaits the cursed trio in this isekai fantasy where Thor cooks up monsters to raise the adorable beast-eared girls?!

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Chapter 1: The Dragon’s Power

Was this a case of “out of the frying pan, into the fire”? Just as I’d thought we’d evaded death, a new problem had already surfaced.

I glanced up at Shiro and Kuro, who were now towering over me. “You two sure did grow a lot... Are you in any pain?”

“Hmm?” Shiro thought about it. “Nope!”

“Nooope.”

They seemed perfectly fine with their sudden growth. Well, just the fact that parts of their bodies had transformed into dragon parts, and that they looked way older, was a huge problem in and of itself.

That’s right. Shiro and Kuro hadn’t just partially transformed into dragons; their entire bodies had grown dramatically. They used to be about five years old, but now they looked like they were around twelve. And yet, there was no awkwardness in how they walked and moved, as if they’d been this age the entire time.

But the real issue wasn’t their sudden growth; it was their transformation. They had dragon bodies now. What blood type did they have? Were their nerves properly connected? The questions were endless, and so was the uncertainty about what side effects might surface.

“How’s your vision, Shiro?” I asked. “Kuro, does your arm feel off at all?”

“Fine!”

“Kuro feels kinda weeeird. My maaana.”

“Your mana?”

Now that she mentioned it, I could feel that Kuro’s arm was radiating intense mana, almost like it had been enhanced by a spell. Was this normal for her now?

Just then, Shiro raised her hand, suddenly changing her tune.

“Ah! Shiro too! It’s weird! I see something!”

She’d said something similar right after waking up. Apparently, she’d gained the ability to see mana. The fact that she hadn’t realized that it was unusual until Kuro mentioned something probably meant it had already become second nature to her.

“A dragon’s arm and a dragon’s eye, huh?” I said. “I suppose it’s not all that strange for them to possess some kind of special ability.”

“Special abilityyy?”

“Maybe we’re super strong now!” chirped Shiro.

Should I have them use some magic and see if anything’s changed? As I debated what our next course of action should be, I realized Shiro and Kuro were staring at my chest. No, maybe a little higher? But it’s not my face.

“Wh-What’s wrong?” I said.

“Thor, you have something on your neck.”

“It’s weeeird.”

“Huh?” My neck? I don’t see anything when I look down, but something did touch my chin. Something hard and slippery.

I reached up, afraid of what might be there, and my fingers brushed against something solid—there was something hard stuck on my neck. Huh? What is this?

“Let me fill a pot— Huh?”

I had meant to cast a spell to fill the pot with water and check my reflection, but the spell triggered far too smoothly. Calling it as natural as breathing might’ve been a stretch, but it activated instantly with just a tiny bit of mana. It actually produced nearly double the amount I’d intended, overflowing the pot and soaking the area around it.

“Thor?” asked Shiro.

“What’s wrooong?”

“Uh, nothing. Gimme a sec.”

I’ll look into how easy it was to cast a spell later. Right now, I need to see what I look like.

“Is this a...stone? A gemstone? And I have a black mark.”

Embedded in my neck was an oval, stonelike object about the size of a thumb, sort of like my Adam’s apple had turned to stone and was protruding out of my throat. It was red and smooth, but it wasn’t transparent like a gemstone. It was prettier than an average rock though—well, not all gemstones are transparent. Was this a dragon part like Shiro’s eye and Kuro’s arm? A dragon’s throat? I gave it a tug, but naturally, the stone didn’t come out. Pulling harder only made it hurt, yanking my neck with it. There were also small scales growing on my neck, so there was no doubt this was dragon-related too.

In the end, the only conclusion I could reach was that I didn’t understand any of it yet.

And then there was the other problem: the black mark that had suddenly appeared on my chest.

“Hmmm, what is this thing?”

It had an eerie shape, like a bat with its wings outstretched, and the only thing I could get from it was a sense of foreboding.

Actually, I have my suspicions. And if I’m right, things can’t get any worse...

“The Dungeon Curse.”

It was a cursed mark engraved by a being called dungeon malice. Anyone marked by it was fated to die exactly one year later, unless the curse was lifted. It was the nightmare of every dungeon explorer—the ultimate injustice.

I didn’t know if what my parents had said was true. Considering the kind of parents they were, it could’ve just been mercenary superstition. But then again, dungeon malice, which I’d always dismissed as a mere fairy tale, had turned out to really exist. That meant the curse could very well have been real too.

I tried a type of holy magic called Dispel, but it did nothing. Maybe this was different from an ordinary curse; maybe it was too strong to break with regular magic. I only have a year to lift this—

“Meow...”

“Wuffu...”

While I was still deep in thought, a pair of soft sighs reached my ears, followed by a sound that resembled the growl of a magical beast.

Instinctively, I tensed. But the source of the noise was Shiro’s and Kuro’s cute little stomachs.

“Thor...”

“I’m so hungryyy.”

Their bellies let out another roaring growl as they clutched them with pitiful expressions. Apparently, they were starving. And once they said it out loud, I realized that I was hungry too.

We’d eaten the dragon soup, but it must’ve been digested and absorbed when our bodies were remade. It made sense; the transformation must’ve burned an absurd number of calories.

Now that I’d noticed it, the hunger became unbearable. Perhaps my body was demanding satisfaction.

Now’s not the time to overthink things. I should just be happy that we survived. And to keep living, we need food!

“Hang tight,” I said. “I’ll cook something.”

“A-okay.”

“Arf.”

The two of them sat down quietly but kept fidgeting, shifting their bottoms around. The chairs were probably uncomfortable now since they’d suddenly become too small for them.

“Try remaking the chairs using earth magic. It’ll be a good chance to practice.”

“Got it!”

“Rogeeer.”

All right, my stomach’s feeling okay now, and that queasy feeling I had right after I woke up is gone, so a regular soup with meat should be fine, right?

First, I cast wind magic to keep the smell and smoke down. This, too, activated with surprising ease. I canceled the spell once, then tried to recast it without an incantation, relying only on the image in my mind.

The spell fired off instantly. Not only that, my mana reserve had increased—no, more like multiplied several times over. Wait, then just maybe—

“Black inferno, flames of purgatory that torment the dead. Manifest and scorch all living beings to ash! Shadowflame Circle!”

I was now able to easily cast this intermediate spell for summoning shadowflames. The surge in my mana reserve and the refinement of my magic control had drastically amplified my spellcasting prowess.

The incantation sounded threatening, but only some small shadowflames began flickering gently, just big enough to cook with. My precise control prevented any heat from radiating beyond the pot.

“Not that I need shadowflames for this dish.”

Besides, using shadowflames would rapidly drain the fireproof spell on the pot...but maybe if I use shadowflames, the magical effects will increase? Well, I’ll try things out as I go. Oh, and giving heaven dragon meat to Carolina might be a bad idea, given that it looks like dragon mana can turn parts of your body dragonish. Maybe a tiny bit wouldn’t do anything, but it’s hard to be sure.

“Thooor, I’m hungryyy.”

“I hate being hungry!”

“All right, all right. I’m cooking right now, so just hold on!”

***

Three days had passed since our narrow escape from death in the dungeon. The day after the dungeon malice attack, we’d rested—naturally—and I’d spent the day after that repairing our equipment, although mine had pretty much been rendered useless.

Thankfully, I was able to fix Shiro and Kuro’s dungeon-crafted armor using its ability to mend itself when infused with magic, but the repairs drained nearly all my mana, leaving no energy for hunting that day. Perhaps it was thanks to their newfound dragon strength, but Shiro and Kuro seemed eager to go hunting right away. Although, even for them, facing the dungeon again meant being cautious.

“Let’s go,” said Shiro, hesitant.

“Arf,” Kuro followed after a pause.

They stared solemnly at the entrance opened with...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 22.12.2025
• Reihe/Serie: The Accursed Chef and His Pair of Furry Foodies
• Illustrationen: Llo
• Übersetzer: Ginshiro Kaneko
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: cooking • foodie • Furry • Isekai • Light Novel • Reincarnation • Survival
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-2380-8 / 1718323808
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-2380-3 / 9781718323803