VRMMO: World's First Glyphborne-Chapter 126: Gordon Ramsey would be proud

Belladonna’s knife glided across the meat, cutting away the white fat and preparing the butchered beast into actually edible cuts of meat. She did so with such well trained and practised hands, that she did not even need to think about what she was doing.

Butchering animals might have been newer to her, but this part is what she was good at.

It gave her a few minutes to think about, if Sebbie could appear in her world, then could Beans do the same? How much did their worlds actually intersect and interact? Would it just be her magical skills that she developed? Or would she start to develop in other ways to reflect her game character more?

These questions, and many more, were simply impossible to know the answer to until it actually came to pass. Maybe Sebbie was an exception because of what weird little things Brownies were, or maybe he was just a forerunner that didn’t bother waiting.

Maybe she would develop magic alone, or maybe she would develop into a blood sucking monster in real life, one that still couldn’t walk on her own. Wouldn’t that be a sight... A disabled Vampire.

She could just imagine herself in one of those spooky cloaks, hanging upside down on the ceiling whilst her wheelchair bulged underneath that cloak. It would totally ruin the vibe.

Laughing softly, Belladonna slammed the knife down and started to separate the meat cuts before moving onto grinding the Lord’s Orchids with the mortal and pestle.

She had a feeling that the creepy undead man had answers to all of her questions. Whether they were actually true answers was another story, but he would definitely answer them all with a smug and disgusting smirk on his face. In fact that creep was probably out there digging up bodies to turn into an army in the real world.

Actually... Now that she thought about it, that might explain why he was so desperate to get that undead. If that was the case, maybe Beans could join her in her world. She just needed to figure out how.

But that would have to wait until later. Next was the tricky step.

She slowly moved over to the wooden box and cracked its lid open, which let loose a cloud of soft white air as the cold was given an escape. A black crystal sat in the centre of the box, its form kept solid only by the cold air surrounding it.

Belladonna hovered her hand over the box, feeling the way the cold nipped at her bare skin as she concentrated. After a few seconds, her skin began to take on a blueish tint as crystalline flakes of frost manifested on her fingers and her fingernails themselves turned to clear ice.

An Ice Infusion was much easier than Shadow, and much less dangerous. The Ice Infusion slowed her bodies functions down to a crawl, preserving her with its frosty embrace. It was perfect for surviving longer in near fatal instances until you could get some healing.

It was also perfect for handling certain objects that did not like heat, or reacted poorly too them.

With her icy hand, Belladonna scooped the crystal from the box and began to work on it, infusing a knife with Ice in her other hand as she carved a furrow through its length. Tarbria crystals would melt from the normal body heat of a person, and it was useless to her once it melted.

It needed to be preserved in its crystalline form and worked on like that.

Slowly but surely, she carved a groove across the length of the crystal, then held it over the mortar with the crushed Orchid’s inside. Placing the knife down, she uncorked the fear filled blood and slowly trickled it, vial by vial, down the furrow she had carved.

The blood entered the groove pure crimson, yet when it dripped out of the other side it had turned a darker red as it had taken on some of the Tarbria’s essence.

Once the blood was done, she placed the crystal back into the box and closed the lid to keep it preserved for another use. Letting go of her Ice Infusion, Belladonna shook the cold from her hand, wriggling her fingers slightly to rid herself of the stiffness, and slowly stirred the mixture of blood and crushed Orchid’s until it became a pure black liquid that glistened softly and had a slight odour of death.

Bringing the liquid down, Belladonna placed the slices of meat on her pan-searing surface and poured some mana into the stone platform to create a crackling fire from the runes. The flame turned from orange to black as she channelled Shadow Essence into it, this time without mimicking it as she was not infusing it into herself.

Then one by one, she took time to properly pan sear the steaks. Slowly basting them in the bloody herbal concoction as the black flames imbued them steadily with Shadow Essence as it cooked, letting it reach a deeper bond with the meat than a temporary infusion and making sure the meat retained that essence for much longer.

For the entire searing process, Beans had been sitting next to the plate and staring at the meat with wide eyes. Ropes of saliva delivered more spit to the floor as he drooled at the scent the meat was giving off, so much so that he created a small puddle of spit between his feet.

Every time Belladonna moved the meat to flip it or baste it again, Beans watched intently. His eyes never leaving it for a single second, not even to blink.

Belladonna couldn’t help but laugh softly at her little sues chef assistant. All but one of the meat cuts were wrapped up and properly labelled, as well as the majority of the remaining blood sauce being poured into containers, before being put into her Bottomless bag.

As for the one slice that remained? She poured some of the blood sauce all over the meat, which had been cooked to a rich brown that almost bordered on black without it actually being burnt, before she topped it off with a small leaf of Lord’s Orchid.

That last part wasn’t necessary, just for decoration, but it made her smile.

"Alright you little drool monster, eat up and grow big and strong for Momma." Belladonna said with a smile, scratching Beans’ head before placing the plate down in front of him.

The Shadow Demon didn’t even take a moment to appreciate her decoration before he lunged at the meat and started to desperately devour it.