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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

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Productive Day

He pushed through the pain, continuing to swing his dagger rhythmically. Focusing on his mana once more, he once again condensed the mana particles and shot them out like an arrow towards his arm.

Yet the timing was off again, causing another wave of pain to assault him. While it was not as bad as his previous method, it didn't mean that it didn't hurt like hell.

Jayce tried a few more times, yet they all ended in the same way.

Finally not able to continue swinging his aching arm, he collapsed onto the ground. Although he had told himself that he would not get agitated, the constant failures paired with the aching pain was beginning to wear on his nerves.

"It feels like my mana is always lagging behind." Jayce muttered.

He had been keeping a close eye on his mana flow, and no matter how he tried to adjust the timings it always seemed as if it would arrive too late.