I got hit by a truck and was reincarnated into another world. At first, everything was fine. I had lived as a bum in my previous life and died, but here I was born as a noble. And that wasn't all?
"This kid will definitely become a great magician in the future." The magic master himself came to me and scouted me as his disciple, saying that I had talent for magic. I was reincarnated as a noble and became the disciple of the magic master.
My life in this world was smooth sailing from the start. There was no room for complaints. However, I soon realized the fatal flaw of this world. I 'm not talking about things like the internet or smartphones.
Those things are only inconvenient at first, but after a while, you get used to living without them. Hygiene was bearable because of magic. However, there was one thing I couldn't get used to in this country.
"This is really fucking tasteless." That's what I thought. The food in this world was fucking tasteless. It was either completely devoid of seasoning or insanely salty, and even the ones that were edible were mostly covered in spices. It's not that I'm a gourmet or that I want to cook something great.
I'm just a freeloader who can stay home and eat processed foods. It means that I have a taste for anything that's easy to eat. The problem was that even that standard wasn't met. The people of this world were people with a broken sense of taste who thought that food tasted good if they just sprinkled salt on it.
Of course, there were some rare dishes that were delicious, but they were expensive and not my taste. If you keep eating, you'll get sick of it. And most of all, "Ah, I want cola." There was no cola in this world.
Strictly speaking, what I wanted was not cooking, but 'processed foods.' Things like instant food, snacks, and drinks. However, in this world where there was not even a basic understanding of science, there was no way I could obtain processed foods, the flower of modern chemistry.
Even though I was a disciple of the Magic Tower and had memories from my past life, it was impossible. "Why don't I try making it myself?" I suddenly thought that, but I quickly gave up. I had only tried it, not made it.
Processed foods don't have recipes. Just because you remember the taste doesn't mean you can make them. Even if you knew how to make them, it would be a problem. Most processed foods require secondary and tertiary processing, and this world didn't have the manufacturing technology to implement them.
Processed foods were the ones that couldn't be implemented without modern technology. You might be able to briefly bring imagination into reality, though. "No, wait." "Bring it out?" I jumped up from my seat.
"Why didn't I think of that?" There are magics in this world that bring imagination into reality. Since their limitations are clear, they're considered useless, but...
"It's worth a try." If there isn't one, I should make it. Who would make it? I locked myself in the tower's library for several days, examining the possibilities. And then I came to a conclusion. "... This, will it work?"
"No!" A girl with snow-white hair and amber eyes shouted firmly. "Why?" "You know, Yuri, we don't have money at the tower." Lanya McDowell. "If we don't get results this year, the imperial family threatened to cut the budget."
This girl who would cringe endlessly in front of money was the owner of the White Tower that I belonged to. Of course, I knew very well why Ranya had to be like that. 'It's because our tower doesn't make magic that makes money.'
The White Tower was a tower that developed and explored practical magic for everyday life. And practical magic that was useful was usually useless or trivial. That's why the White Tower was always struggling with financial difficulties because the budget wasn't good. "What do you mean, you're suddenly going to develop food?" "Let's make some money now. We have to get results too." *
"But Yuri can't even use a knife properly!" Ah, you're bringing up another painful memory. I once tried to cook once and ended up cutting all my fingers with a knife. After that incident, my nickname for a while was the Red Sea of the White Horse Tower.
It was natural for Ranya to distrust a guy like that who was trying to develop food. But I was confident. This was an item that couldn't possibly not sell, right? It would be a paradigm that would completely change the food culture of this world.
"Trust me once, because I'll make our Magic Tower rich." "It's not that I don't trust Yuri, but our deficit is..." Ranya hesitated but didn't easily give permission. In the end, I pulled out my ultimate move. "If I don't succeed this time, I'll learn the magic that the Magic Tower Lord wants." "Really...!?"
At that moment, Ranya's amber eyes sparkled like stars. If she had a tail, she probably would have swayed. Ranya was that proud of her magic. [White Sage] Lanya, who had such a nickname, was a great magician who had mastered the realm of embodiment. However, Lanya's magic was so difficult that no one, even in the White Tower, wanted to learn it. It was so difficult that even I, her disciple, avoided it. When I showed confidence by mentioning magic, Lanya tilted her head in curiosity.
"What on earth are you trying to make?"
"Cola." "Cola...?" "Yes." I nodded confidently. From the 20th century to the 21st century, to this day. The king of carbonated drinks that has captured the hearts of people all over the world. That was the first processed food I made.