When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the world of the martial arts cooking manhwa, The Heavenly Demon's Gourmet.
With the memories of my previous life intact, I realized only one thing. This was a world where a woman who would become the leader of the Demonic Cult, the Heavenly Demon, existed.
And... I was close to that Heavenly Demon. But there's a problem. This woman eventually becomes the worst villainess, leading the Martial World to its destruction.
The ending was obvious.
The Martial Alliance Leader, leading the Righteous Sects, thoroughly annihilates the Demonic Cult, and I, too, get caught up in that war and become a fugitive. So? ──Escape is the answer. I decided to leave the Demonic Cult, hide my identity, and live quietly.
Using my experience as a chef in my previous life, I opened a small restaurant in a quiet village in the Martial World.
My goal was to live the rest of my life peacefully, not getting involved in any Martial World factions, just living as a chef and cook. I had no intention of needlessly practicing martial arts anymore.
What I held in my hand was not the sword of the Righteous Sects, nor the sword of the Demonic Cult, but only a kitchen knife.
I just wanted to serve people delicious food and live quietly. But... The Heavenly Demon, leader of the Demonic Cult. "Come back to my side and take up the sword of the Demonic Cult again. I will no longer allow you to wander as you please. If you don't return, you die." And the Martial Alliance Leader who leads the Righteous Sects. "Don't worry and accept the sword of the Righteous Sects that I bestow upon you. If you abandon the Demonic Cult and come to the Righteous Sects, I will keep you by my side forever and personally protect you." The two women representing the Martial World faced each other coldly, glaring at each other in my restaurant.
Almost simultaneously, they elegantly put a mouthful of the food I made into their mouths. At that moment. "...!"
"......!" Silence. Everything became quiet.
Soon, the eyes of the two women met. And...... "I met him first." "That's the same for me." Tap. The two put down their chopsticks and grasped the hilts of their swords. "The meat dumplings this man prepared for me, even one bite and you can feel his sincerity. How dare you think such a person belongs with villains like you?" "Don't be ridiculous. With just one chopstickful of these Little Dragon Noodles, I realized what a true delicacy of the world is. You pretentious palates of the Righteous Sects could never understand." "Then we must have a showdown." "Good. There is only one answer in the end." One woman drew the sword of the Righteous Sects,
and one woman drew the sword of the Demonic Cult. The energy imbued with their respective martial arts collided, distorting the space. In the middle of my restaurant. "......Sigh." I let out a long sigh, as if I was already used to this.
How many times has this happened?
These two women, representing the Martial World, fighting over my food. Where did it all go wrong?

Prologue