The Primordial God of Food

Title: The Great Desolate Food God

One-line synopsis:

A special forces soldier carrying the legacy of a master chef falls into the desolate wilderness. Using a stone knife as his brush and flesh and blood as ink, he writes upon the bones of giant beasts:

"This world is nothing but my kitchen."

Cover copy (vertical composition)

Upper section (top third):

"The Great Desolate Food God"

Font: wild cursive calligraphy, dark gold fading into deep black, strokes cut like blade and axe

Effects: sparks burst from the dry-brush strokes, as if sword light were cleaving the heavens

Center section (visual focal point):

Protagonist:

- Torn camouflage pants rolled up to the knees, his powerful torso crisscrossed with scars

- A rough stone knife in his left hand, its edge dripping beast blood like molten lava

- A ball of chaotic flame in his right hand (Pangu's origin + the chef god's spark)

- Standing atop the skull of a prehistoric saber-toothed dragon, with crimson crystal clusters growing from the gaps between its bones

Layered background:

1. Foreground: A giant bronze cauldron cooks a river of stars, nebulae churning as the soup boils

2. Midground: The phantom of Pangu's giant axe splits the chaos, with gears of civilization falling through the crack

3. Background: Desolate tribes kneel before cooking smoke, its columns transforming into giant dragons coiled around the pillar of heaven

Lower section (etched into the blank space):

Ancient runic maxim:

"Only after devouring the calamities of the eight wastes can one earn an eternity of cooking smoke."

Main synopsis:

"I was once a useless man in the city, and a shadow blade among the king of soldiers."

While saving a little girl, he was hit by a car and thrown into the Great Desolate World. Here:

- The breaths of giant beasts whip up hurricanes, and their scales crash through layers of rock when they fall

- Primitive tribes eat their enemies' heads raw, and their totems are blood-dripping fangs

- Plants are poisonous, rain is corrosive, and soul-eating spirits lurk in the darkness

"Until I grasped that bloodstained stone knife, "

Chaos filled his mind