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Let's stop the destruction of the other world by my recipe system

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Too much of a coincidence, my goddess. A duplicator. A time stopper. And your daughter. Why the hell I can materialize food that I know. I've seen. I've watched. I've tasted. How can we stop the destruction of the world, from the culinary arts of our original world before you isekai'd us.

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Chapter 12 years after the pandemic

Jan 1, 2022.

Almost 8 billion humans were rejoicing. Even though they haven't defeated the pandemic yet, there was hope.

Until everyone saw a roulette. A holographic roulette. And the prompt that says the need to spin it.

Randomness. Like a gacha.

True randomness. Like that randomness the atmosphere is giving.

Hi, My name is Park Kain Shiwoo. I confirmed that the roulette must spin.

This must be true gacha addiction. Life is game, Life is gacha after all.

And the roulette stopped at something ineligible

[You obtained the ??? class. Rank: Apocryphal]

And a bright light enveloped me. And now, I'm in a middle of nowhere, probably a forest.

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