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"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!"

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Release schedule: 2 Chapters per day

WPC July 2023 [ML] Winner

Chef in the Apocalypse

Jayce's stance was unwavering, his thoughts sharpened like a sword and his spirit aflame with an unyielding will to survive. "Amber," he commanded with a voice that rang with authority, "ignite the trees encircling us, sparing only the northern side. Jackie, create an ice dome around us, leaving the north accessible."

In perfect synchronization, Amber and Jackie's voices resounded, charged with allegiance to their leader. "Yes, Leader!" The two mages sprang into action, their mana manifesting in brilliant displays of fire and ice.

Amber's fingers danced with arcane fire, an incantation flowing effortlessly from her lips as flames answered her command. Jackie, in turn, harmonized her efforts, mindful not to impede Amber's task. Her gestures sculpted the very air as she sculpted the dome of ice, mirroring the precision of a master sculptor.

War of Attrition