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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 · Fantasia
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Heroes of Humanity

At the mention of the word "Teleportation" everyone in the vicinity's ears perked up, drawing their eyes to the sheet of paper that was situated in between Jayce's fingers.

While teleportation was not uncommon in games and the like, none of the people present had ever considered the possibility of being able to see or even utilize this mode of transportation in the real world. 

"W-Where did you get that?" Agni stammered, a hint of greed flashing onto his face before he quickly stifled it.

Tai also felt an urgent sense of wanting to acquire this power, however he was a lot more tactful, having experienced the other party's strength firsthand. He gulped loudly, his mind racing with all the possibilities that came with the ability to teleport.

Jayce's wide smile did not dissipate, expecting this sort of reaction. He simply responded playfully, "Oh this? We researched it ourselves."