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Chef in the Apocalypse

Chapter release at 8pm every day - UTC +10 ---------- "Cataclysm: Worlds End" The name of the game that threw the world into disaster. 3 months after its release it descended onto Earth, merging with it and creating an apocalypse. Hordes of bloodthirsty monsters were let loose onto the waking world, killing and destroying everything in its wake. Landmarks were torn down, whole continents left desolate in the destructive wake of the Cataclysm. As the Cataclysm descended, every human regardless of age heard a monotonous voice in their heads... [Choose your Class] The story follows Jayce, an accomplished Swordsman who is killed by a boss monster 10 years after the apocalypse began. One of his last sentences before his death was how he dreamed to be a Chef when he grew up. After his death, he returns back in time to the release day of Cataclysm. Having 3 months to try and figure out a way to improve his odds of survival this time around. And the day finally arrived. [Choose your Class] [Class: Chef has been chosen] "W-Wait what? I didn't even get a choice!" -------------------------- Release schedule: 2 Chapters per day WPC July 2023 [ML] Winner

leeroycgna · Fantasy
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305 Chs

Battle (1)

Jayce was shook. Despite knowing that he was currently experiencing a vision, there was not one part of the experience that made it feel this way.

All his 5 senses were telling him that he really was here, inside this epic battle. Thankfully this was not the case, as Jayce knew that he would not even last a few seconds embroiled in this hell.

The problem was, he did not know how to remove himself from this vision. There should be a reason why he was taken to this place, and only once that reason was revealed would he be able to leave.

From his earlier suspicions, he assumed that it was the dark sword that had transported him here, so what better option did he have than to follow its journey.

Jayce looked around his vicinity, yet the battlefield was too chaotic to track down Rubick in all of this mess. Clouds of dust and dismembered bodies littered his surroundings, making it almost impossible to see past 5 to 10 meters in front of him.