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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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Event Quest

Jayce once again met with Dion and Kane the next day. Whilst they still showed some signs of fatigue, it was a lot less than the previous day. "I trust everyone had a good rest?" Dion spoke, his tone a little weird.

Instantly feeling wary, Jayce looked at Kane as if asking for any explanation. However Kane merely shrugged, unsure of what Dion's issue was.

"Ahem. Before getting into my bath last night, I noticed that my head was… how should I say this. More reflective than usual." His eyes narrowed, gauging the reactions of the two in front of him.

"Mmmph" Kane's hands flung up to his mouth in a desperate attempt to cover the laugh that threatened to escape.

Jayce on the other hand, held a stoic face, as if his features were carved from stone. Yet it could be seen that he was trying to hold it together with monumental effort and determination. He could not even open his mouth to respond, focusing all of his attention on keeping a straight face.