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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
305 Chs

Mysterious Boy

Just as Shakar was about to finish off the man who had killed his disciple, the loud roar shook the atmosphere, causing him to shudder involuntarily. 

He was forced to stop in place, not daring to move another step forward, lest he piss off the new arrival. Inwardly he was shaking, however due to his status as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he did his best to not show it outwardly.

Shakar turned his gaze slowly towards the direction the roar sounded from, doing his best to keep his composure. His eyes narrowed when he saw the figure that had appeared just 50 yards away from him.

The figure looked like a small boy, barely a teenager. His hair was blue and spiky, while his eyebrows were shaped like swords. Despite his outward appearance, his cold blue eyes held a hint of intelligence and power.

"Hello fellow Daoist, my humble name is Shakar. May I know your esteemed name?" Shakar asked, cupping his fists and bowing slightly.