Campfire Cooking In Another World With My Absurd Skill Characters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It wasn’t much, but it was something warm, something grounding. Elara raised an eyebrow as I handed her a piece of roasted meat. “ I must say, it tasted good. Since when did you cook?” “I don’t,” I admitted, sitting down beside her. “But I can burn things in a way that makes them edible.” She snorted, taking a cautious bite. After a moment, she nodded. “ You're so good.” I smirked, satisfied. The fire crackled between us, casting shifting shadows against the trunks of the trees. I allowed myself to settle into the moment but simply as myself.

He answers just as i hear the door click, i turn to see my supper being delivered, the sight of the lumpy cold porridge makes me gag, the woman slides it across the floor in a tray too afraid of me to get close after the asshole dropped a little of my fire and it turned his leg to dust, now they know how dangerous i am they dont dare come near me without there special see through suit, not that it cant save them but it seems to slow the fire down just a little, it stops my fire from immediately penetrating the skin, giving them a warning before it burns them to ash. I grab the metal bowl and i heat my hands until the lumpy porridge gets runny, i use the spoon to mix it and cook it until all

The moment we landed, a refreshing chill wrapped around me, the total opposite of the heat outside. Blazewing noticed me shivering and quickly used his power to raise the temperature to something comfortable. I smiled at him. "We've got water and temperature figured out. But what about food?" "That's easy," he said. "I'll dig another chamber nearby, bigger than this one. We'll plant crops underground. With the sunlight we channel in and the water supply, the heat during the apocalypse will actually help things grow. We just need a month of food stored up until the crops start coming in."

The boss didn't even provide me with a level, so hopefully, this system box will provide me with something useful. Roll! [Generating rewards] [...] [Gained skill Fire spark(Common)] Trash! Is there anything I can do with a common rank skill? Cooking? Is that what you want me to do with this skill? Eh, that's pretty good. I can finally cook food with this skill. We are finally done with raw meat, salvation is here! [Dungeon cleared] [Dungeon will spawn Demonic Gnolls] [Host rank not met] [Postponing monster spawn]

The kitchen, once again, became a backdrop for the camaraderie that defined our pack. Amid the casual banter, my gaze returned to Fernanda, who seemed to have settled on a thought. "I'm not sure about other abilities yet," she admitted, her tone a blend of uncertainty and excitement. "But who knows, maybe there's more to discover." The conversation flowed seamlessly, shifting from the extraordinary to the mundane. As we continued, the kitchen became a nexus where the ordinary and the extraordinary coexisted harmoniously. The laughter and banter, layered with the weight of newfound abilities, painted a vivid picture of a pack navigating uncharted territories together.

My instincts were sharp and for the most part, I could afford pitfalls, trunks, and rocks. When it became hard to rely on my instincts, I used my magic to amplify the energy around me. That helped me figure out where to tread. By the time, I reached our camping place, I was exhausted and drained. Caleb took off the blindfold and untied the rope around my hands. “You did incredibly well,” He said. “You should be proud.” “The two of you are evil,” I spat, narrowing my eyes in annoyance. “You’re welcome,” Philippa said. “Now, come over here and light this fire.”

When the sun set, he insisted they stop and set up camp to everyone’s surprise. Smoke and Mirrors made a whole production of starting the camp fire. The twins seemed to conjure the fire from their very hands along with different coloured smoke and sparks. Cory watched them in amazement though she too could conjure fire. She knew they were not actually conjuring it, they were using their concoctions and their parlour tricks. The fire roared to life, blue at first, before it settled down to orange and yellow.

Or perhaps it rains frequently up here. I continued to search the shed for some tinder or perhaps some shavings, but I came up empty handed. No worries, I had some spare dry moss from early that I was going to use for my dinner fire. When I exited the shed, I was met with Sir FreeForde and Sandra. Seemingly waiting on me to finish my task. My neck heated as I quickly darted back to the pit, pulled the moss from the pack, and quickly struck the flint to the steel. After a few good strokes, the sparks caught and I blew life into the moss, slowly adding twigs and branches of increasing size, until finally it was self-sustaining and worthy of cooking whatever brew he was likely to make. I turned

whether the blood belonged to the wendigo or Adrian, it was too arduous to discriminate. Finally, finding enough dry branches she hurried to collect the dry leaves to lit a fire by rubbing two stones to get the spark out to ignite a fire, but as a rookie in forest survival, it was hard for her to even accomplish that simple task. As the time was passing she was getting more and more anxious as Adrian kept yelling at her to hurry because it was getting hard for him to handle the wendigo even more. It was the moment of pressure that was making her more desperate than ever. And then...there was the sound of clinking of stones along with the flames of fire, that sat a smile on her plumpy lips, h

By the time I open my eyes, the sun has gone down behind the trees, making the sky an impeccable orange color while the ground is shadowed with a blue hue. “Hey, babes! Want some dinner? The guys are putting together a fire,” Kehlani invites me. I nod, remembering I haven’t eaten since the restaurant earlier today. She helps me up by grabbing my hand. Her is about the same size as mine but a little more bony as she’s a little thinner than me. We walk over to the middle of camp to find wood being piled on top of each other and Jayce sitting on the ground placing small flammable bits in between the wood so when it’s lit it stays on fire.