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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

Setting Off

The next morning dawned with a sense of purpose and determination, as the chosen party members gathered in the shelter's main hall. Jayce stood before them, his clear blue eyes reflecting a blend of seriousness and resolve. This was a critical moment, a step into the unknown that held the potential to shape their future.

Beside Jayce stood Lianna, her emerald eyes shining with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Colin's massive form was a reassuring presence, his playful grin belying the strength that lay within. Jackie's calm demeanor exuded an air of confidence, while Brad and Paul, the swordsmen, exchanged nods of camaraderie. Amber, the fire mage, stood with an air of focused readiness, her hands occasionally flickering with tiny flames as she practiced her mana manipulation. Zane, the archer, leaned nonchalantly against the wall, keeping to himself.