When the world turns into a game, she chooses to pick up a spatula.
As the whole world is gamified, humanity is forced into survival instances. Shen Qinghe, reborn, watches everyone scramble for combat classes, then quietly selects the option everyone mocks:
[Cooking Specialization]
“Are you crazy? You picked cooking? You might as well wait to die!”
In her previous life, she believed them. She chose a mage, fought to level up, and was ultimately shoved into a horde of monsters by her best friend. As she died, she heard her say, “Useless people deserve to die.”
This time, Shen Qinghe looks at the rusty kitchen knife in her inventory and smiles.
Three days later, famine breaks out. While the combat-class powerhouses lose health chewing raw meat in the wild, a long line forms at her barbecue stall:
A piece of strength-boosting grilled meat: restores 50 HP, +3 Strength.
A bowl of egg fried rice wins over a hidden NPC with amnesia and triggers a divine-level quest.
A serving of fear soup makes a boss-level monster tremble on the spot, leaving it at her mercy.
But cooking isn’t Shen Qinghe’s most ruthless move.
She has monopolized the only refined-salt production technique in the beginner zone.
When Su Jinse, the best friend who pushed her into the abyss in her previous life, kneels before her begging for a pinch of salt, Shen Qinghe is sitting on the top floor of the trading center, watching her “food empire” rake in money by the day.
“Do you know?” she says, swirling her wineglass. “Every grain of salt you eat makes me money.”
In this world, swords can kill.
But those who control the food control life and death.
