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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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Moments after sending the Faction announcement, Jayce grinned widely and leaned back against a tree. Next to him was a small wolf who was curled up with its fluffy tail poking up.

"I bet Colin's freaking out about leveling up hehe" Jayce produced an evil chuckle, thinking about the big man's reaction. He had been checking the faction window every now and then over the past two weeks, noticing that his level had stagnated at 54.

"That should be enough of a kick up the ass for him." With a satisfied smile, Jayce reached over to the little fur ball next to him and began stroking its fur, like it was a dog.

The next moment his face scrunched up in pain. "Argh"

Jayce lifted his hand, only to see the little fur ball hanging onto his fingers with its razer sharp teeth. He moved his face closer to the cute little thing and warned it, "I'd let go before I make you."