The Red Dragon Lord is OP, but Insists on a Pop Culture Invasion!

Chapter 273: Chapter 222: From Hell

"Quick, quick, quick, pass me the meat!"

"Tomatoes, tomatoes!"

"There’s no time! Just throw the vegetables, I’ll catch them."

"Didn’t you say you’d catch?"

"Forget it! Go chop the vegetables."

"Hey! You’re blocking me!"

At home, Zog and Furin, the two dragons, encountered a major problem rarely seen in their draconic lives.

How to complete the life-or-death orders in this goddamn chaotic cooking game.

When the two dragons were idling at home with nothing to do, Zog suggested they play a newly released co-op game.

To be honest, Furin didn’t play games often. When she did, it was usually just to accompany Zog.

It wasn’t that she was completely uninterested in games, but she was very prideful. She felt that as a mighty Golden Dragon, she should also be amazing at video games.

But thinking you should be good and actually *being* good were clearly two different things.

Furin’s gaming skill was only an "Elsa" better than Bane Furnace’s.

In other words, she was a bit worse than Bane.

Therefore, even when playing with Zog, she was unwilling to try high-difficulty games.

Logically, this chaotic cooking game shouldn’t have been on her list.

However, Furin was deceived by its adorable art style and its easy, pleasant tutorial levels.

In her mind, what could possibly be so difficult about a kitchen simulation game?

"Ha, I like this game. It’s nice to just do some simple cooking."

That’s how Furin described it at the beginning.

But soon enough, she realized something was wrong.

This wasn’t simple at all.

As the levels progressed, the difficulty increased dramatically.

More orders, more complex processing steps, and even bizarre terrain!

What kind of respectable kitchen opens up on a major road, on a ship, or even on the edge of a cliff in some godforsaken place?

"The pot, the pot’s on fire!"

"Where are the plates? Go wash the plates!"

"We’re almost out of time!"

"Why did you want to play this kind of game?!"

As an Ancient Dragon, Furin rarely found herself in such a frantic mess.

She now seriously questioned Zog’s claim that this game "helps improve relationships."

If anything, this game just made her want to beat up a dragon.

"We’ll definitely get full stars this time!"

The level countdown ended, and Furin let out a long sigh.

Grumbling aside, she was a competitive dragon.

Since she was playing, she had to play well. Each level was rated up to a maximum of three stars, so she had to get three stars.

To the point that they had already played the same level eight times.

The ultimate pursuit of a perfectionist!

Or you could say, she was a noobish dragon with a huge addiction.

"Three stars! Three stars!"

Furin stared nervously at the results screen that popped up after the level.

Successful Order Fees + Tips - Failed Order Fees = ...

Two stars!

CRACK!

In her agitation, Furin crushed her controller.

"Seriously... even if we had an endless supply of controllers, you can’t just crush them like that."

Zog swept up the fragments of the controller from the side.

"This is the sixth one you’ve crushed."

’A miscalculation. If I’d known Furin would get this worked up playing this chaotic cooking game, I would have suggested a different one.’

"Oh, it’s just a few controllers. I’ll use the Repair Technique to fix them for you later."

Furin urged, "Quick, start another round! I’ve mastered the technique now. If you hadn’t dropped the plates on the floor while passing them, we would’ve gotten three stars long ago!"

"What?" Zog was flabbergasted. "How is this my fault?! Who was it that turned around holding a head of cabbage and threw it right into the trash can?"

"That’s because you didn’t catch it! I was telling you to go chop vegetables!"

"You should’ve said something if you wanted me to catch it!"

"Shouldn’t you be able to understand my intentions?"

"Huh? I don’t have the Mind Reading Technique!"

Furin and Zog quickly arrived at the final destination of all co-op games—blaming each other.

"It’s because you were too slow to react!"

"You’re the noob, and you’re blaming another dragon."

"Ah! Zog, watch out, I’m biting!"

"Are you a dog? Chasing and biting my tail?"

In the room, the two dragons chased each other, leaping up and down, returning to the most primitive state of gaming: a simulated hunt.

"The most handsome dragon in the world, please answer your phone. The most handsome dragon in the world, please answer your phone..."

A ringing phone interrupted their trip down memory lane.

"Is that your ringtone?" Furin gave him a look that said, ’I can’t believe you’re this shameless.’

"What’s wrong? Isn’t it the truth?"

If the thickness of one’s skin was a stat, Zog was confident he’d leave everyone else in the dust.

Furin rolled her eyes dramatically.

Although she acted disgusted by Zog’s words, part of the reason she was attracted to him was that she had a thing for good looks.

By dragon standards of beauty, Zog was indeed quite handsome.

She’d thought so since they were little. It’s just that when she was young, she had a peculiar way of showing affection: bullying little Zog to get his attention.

The Dragon Race’s gender-swapped version of a little boy pulling his female deskmate’s hair.

He probably wasn’t bad-looking in the eyes of other races either. After all, even during Zog’s most infamous period, he had a group of admirers—and it wasn’t purely for his power, they just thought he was handsome.

Zog picked up his phone. The caller ID showed it was Elsa.

’What’s this? It’s always the boss calling the employee during their time off. When did employees start calling the boss on their break?’

’The world’s gone upside down!’

"You’d better have something important."

Zog muttered as he tapped to answer the call.

In his view, using the call function meant it was a very urgent issue. Otherwise, please text.

The way the older generation would just make a call for any reason, or even no reason at all, without any mental preparation, was simply unbelievable to Zog.

"Hello? What’s up?"

"It’s bad!"

Elsa’s sharp, explosive shout came through the phone, emotionally conveying that things were, indeed, very bad.

Zog had rarely seen Elsa this agitated. The last time she’d screamed, when he captured her a few years ago, had only been a little more pathetic than this.