I was bitten by a zombie. I didn't mutate, but I awakened the ability to control fire.
The old neighbors downstairs were so hungry that they couldn't even shed tears.
Looking at the strangely mutated animals and plants, I weighed the frying spoon in my hand.
What if the end comes? What about biological mutations?
In my eyes, these are all ingredients.
Purpose: God of Cooking in the End of the World