Hao Chi had planned to retire with his System and devote himself to pursuing his dream of becoming a God of Cooking. Instead, he accidentally got caught up in an escape game and became a breath of fresh air among the countless players struggling to survive.
Countless dark shadows beat their membranous wings as they flew toward them. An unbearable stench invaded their nostrils, and shrill voices screamed inside their minds. Exhausted, the players closed their eyes, ready to meet their deaths...
"Huh? The fresh seafood delivery's here."
The players watched helplessly as the slender, frail-looking boy, who should already have had a death sentence hanging over him, calmly tore the boss apart with his bare hands, opened a treasure chest to find a plate of tiger prawns, then started a fire right there and made shrimp dumplings.
"A thousand points a plate. Want one?"
The players: ...
It's not that we don't want to save money. It just smells too good!
Recently, a brand-new shop had appeared in the escape game. It didn't sell much, just overpriced food, and the owner delivered every order personally, always on time.
The players scoffed: You must be joking. How can some unbranded junk be worth over a thousand points? I'd rather die than eat that stuff!
A few months later, the players, rushing to throw their money at the shop: The owner's beautiful and kind, and he can tear bosses apart with his bare hands! The food heals, cures poison, and boosts attack power. It's so good!
Meanwhile, the bosses guarding each stage, the demons, monsters, evil spirits, and eldritch horrors, faced the greatest challenge of their careers...
Mom, someone's here to pick up another delivery!
A retired powerhouse shou who dreams of becoming a God of Cooking x a companion System gong who dreams of directing food documentaries
Theme: Face desperate situations with optimism. Hope is right before you.
