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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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Jayce's eyes fluttered open, his senses lingering on the ethereal feeling of the Law of Fire. It almost felt as if he had become fire itself, using his Qi as the fuel and his will to ignite it.

It was bizarre, yet it somehow felt almost natural. Even now he could feel the flames that had left his body, like they were an extension of him.

As his eyes laid upon the sight in front of him, Jayce almost cried out in shock. The flames which had originated from his hands had spread like a wildfire throughout the ranks of termites, reducing them to ash in mere moments.

The scene seemed like it was straight from the depths of Hell, it was a maelstrom of death and destruction. Screeches of pain and the roar of flames entered his ears, painting a dire picture of desperation.

The termites towards the back of the group had little time to react, quickly being consumed by the voracious flames whose hunger could not be quashed.