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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

Break out

Jayce could only watch on with gritted teeth as the impersonator walked away with his back turned, disregarding him. The sounds of battle and destruction mixed with screams entered his ears, bringing with it a sense of urgency.

He tried not to panic, however it was too difficult. His friends were all out there embroiled in battle against the unknown offenders, while he was stuck in this prison.

This was not the time to relax, he need to break out of this cage and go help. If anything were to happen to them, he would not be able to forgive himself in this life.

"Please hold on…" Jayce murmured, his face contorted with worry and anxiety.

Controlling the flow of his Qi, Jayce began to throw punches at the invisible cage with all of his might, intending to break through. However, as soon as his fists landed, it was as if he was punching a soft cloud.