"You ask me what I need to bring when exploring a dungeon?" "An enchanted longsword, a mithril suit of armor, a shriveled loaf of bread..." "No, buddy, you don't need any of that." "The only thing you need is a pot." ...A wild slime appears! "Grab it, coat it evenly with salt, and dry it instantly—dried slime is ready, chewy and a must-have for satisfying cravings." A wild walking mushroom appears! "Cut off its legs, add it to cream and simmer—a savory, melt-in-your-mouth creamy mushroom soup that's unforgettable; thickly slice its body and fry it—crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, bursting with juice in every bite, leaving you wanting more." A wild goblin appears! "...Smells bad, tastes even worse. Take its roots for medicine, then make Dass!" [Also known as "I Eat Alone" and "The Old Foodie of the Underground Dungeon"] [Main character becomes...]

(No harem, no saintly protagonist, no system, semi-satisfying, dark story! If you mind these, please do not read. The protagonist is extremely gloomy. Readers should read at their own discretion.)

As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people.

I used to think the same way: food is a gift from heaven!

Until one day, I tasted everything I could see...

then,

I raised my head and looked up at the sky...