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**Synopsis**  
**#System #Progression #Cultivation #FaceSlap**  

Leon Thorn, a supposed "cripple" with broken meridians, was exiled to the Ashen Mines by his noble family. For 10 years, he’s been quietly using a **[Daily Check-In System]** that only gives "trash" like *[Rusty Pickaxe]* or *[Moldy Bread]*.  

But on the day his arrogant cousin came to seize his mother’s heirloom locket, Leon finally used the reward he’d ignored for a decade—a **[Cracked Bronze Key]**.  

The key shattered, awakening the **Celestial Vault**, a divine armory buried beneath the mines. Now, legendary swords orbit him like loyal hounds. The Thorn Family patriarch begs on bloodied knees. The Frostblade Order’s saintess trembles, recognizing the "kitchen knife" he uses to peel potatoes as their lost holy relic.  

"Wait," Leon mutters, biting into a *[Divine Peach]* he’d mistaken for a rotten snack, "You’re telling me... I’ve been farming in God’s storage room?"

Daily Check-In: Mining Godly Treasures for 10 Years Before Going Viral

The **Flavor Tribunal of Culinary Valhalla** reeked of cinnamon and existential dread. Leon kicked open the courtroom doors, hauling a cauldron of **Regret Curry** that bubbled with violet smoke. Behind him, Ignisia—forced into a lawyer's wig—growled, "This is the dumbest quest yet."

*"Ding! Mandatory Family Drama Quest:

1. Prove your mom's innocence via cooking battle.

2. Hit 50M live-stream views, or your birth certificate becomes a **[Stir-Fry Recipe]**.

Reward: [Royal Family Immunity]. Penalty: Dad's love letters get autotuned into death metal."*

The tribunal's twelve **Flavor Elders** loomed, their culinary relics glowing:

- **Sweet Faction**: Wielding caramel warhammers.

- **Salty Faction**: Clutching soy sauce chalices.

- **Spicy Faction**: Literally bathing in magma.

At the plaintiff's stand, **Chef Prince**—Leon's alleged father—sobbed into a diamond-encrusted apron: "She stole my heart and stuffed it with ghost peppers! I demand **Eternal Tastebud Damnation**!"

Leon slammed the curry pot onto the defense stand. "Old man, taste this first."

**Round 1: Emotional Devastation**

- **Chef Prince** served **Diamond-Tear Mousse**—each bite forced eaters to relive their worst regrets.

- **Leon's Regret Curry**, seasoned with pepper from his mom's diary, made the audience wail:

"Why did I friendzone Becky in high school?!"

"I should've invested in Bitcoin!!!"

**[ReaperFan42]**: "This curry stabs deeper than my scythe! Sending 999 hell-coins!"

**[StockBrokerDude]**: "Recipe NOW. I'll make Elon Musk cry during shareholder meetings!"

The curry smoke morphed into a hologram of Leon's mom, rolling her eyes at the Chef Prince:

"We broke up because you put **SUGAR IN TOFU PUDDING**! That's a crime!"

The courtroom erupted. The Sweet Elder's caramel hammer melted into goo.

*"Ding! Detected S-tier family drama. Activating [Soap Opera Buff]: All combatants gain +300% attack power, -80% IQ."*

- **Chef Prince** summoned a **Sugar Tsunami**, countered by Leon's **Salted Fish Shield**.

- Ignisia's dragon breath ignited the Spicy Elder's magma pool, triggering a **Hell Hotpot Eruption**.

- The head judge secretly ate Leon's curry, sobbing so hard his wig flew off: "This flavor… smells like my middle-school crush's shampoo!"

Suddenly, Mom's hologram tossed Leon a **Breakup Spatula**: "Catch! This is your dad's 'love letter'—written in ketchup on a napkin!"

The spatula glowed, cracking the tribunal floor open to reveal the **Forbidden Recipe Library**—a vault of outlawed culinary heresies.

A skeletal figure emerged from the shadows, clutching **Armageddon Mapo Tofu Recipe**. "Finally… the heir of **Rebellious Flavors** arrives."

Chapter 14: When Regret is the Secret Spice*