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In a World of swords and magic, schemes and conspiracies and the looming threat of the fucking abyss can a chef truly survive and cook his way to the top? A young chef reincarnates into a fantasy world with his golden finger being his pseudo OP physique and bloodline. He strives to reach the peak of cooking and on his journey he becomes a legend, he becomes the strongest. In this world strength is all that matters. The strong rule and the weak serve. So tell me what are you, the strong or the weak? Will you control your own life or be at the mercy of others? Will you fight for your rights, for your freedom or will you surrender? I do not own the cover art :0
A sickly looking young man, lying in a hospital ward stared deeply at the badge in his hand. His wholes life's work is represented by this small badge how fucking depressing. The young man sighs as he recalls his life.
He was an orphan and due to his protective nature he always looked after the other kids, furthermore as the dean of the orphanage was too old to do much he had to step up, he cooked and cleaned for them and taught the children everything they needed to know, he was a big brother and a father.
Due to his childhood he gained a passion for cooking, going on to create his own restaurant quickly rising in fame and popularity, becoming one of the most renowned establishments in the world. Every year he would have a reunion with his 'family' and he would cook for them like the old times.
2019 was the last year he saw then, as he was diagnosed with lung cancer due to the younger him constantly breathing in fumes from the landfill he collected and sold garbage from. He did this to provide money for the orphanage as they were already poor and the government help, plus the donations just weren't enough. Doctors gave him a year and half left to live and most of it was spent in the lemon scented walls of the hospital.
Three months ago he wrote his Will leaving everything he owned to the orphanage and the kids he grew up with, he was ready to die.
Back to the present
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"Ha ha ha I would never have thought I would die at the ripe age of 27 I never even got to have kids how disappointing" the young man sighed as he closed his eyes ready to move on.
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Verus
Year 7020 NC
In a beautiful and luxurious room a few adults were standing around a women on a bed, she was giving birth. A man had an anxious expression on his face clearly worried for the women as she was experiencing immense pain.
"What's going on? Didn't I die? Why do I feel like I'm floating" Struggling to open his eyes, he perceived a few giant figures surrounding him, noise began flooding into his new ears, he perceived an assortment of voices speaking.
"Master and Madam the baby was delivered safely, I must say his eyes are very beautiful." the midwife said as she picked up the baby making sure there is no complications.
"Hahaha I have a sonnn I have a son"a tall and kind-looking man chanted, dancing around the room. His voice boomed across the household as he forgot to restrain his aura when chanting.
"Let me see my son idiot, and restrain your goddamn aura you're so loud" a gentle and playful voice asked, the owner of said voice was a beautiful women with long, silky, silver hair and piercing purple eyes, she was gorgeous. She looked quite tired out as the childbirth took a lot out of her.
As the baby heard all of this he thought, "I have a second chance, I can climb to the top again, in this life I vow to live with no regrets, no hesitation I will live my life freely and I will never falter."
His mother leaned over him, smiled and said " let's name him Samael because he will be our little light bulb"
"Oh yes he will"
