The All-Powerful Alchemist Has the Interstellar Folk Drooling

The Master Showdown is the most popular large-scale livestream program of the Interstellar Alchemy Era. Almost all future alchemy masters got their start here.

Everyone had been waiting ages for this year's show to begin. It was practically guaranteed to be a huge hit, even bigger than ever!

But on this very program, people saw...

An alchemist? An alchemy apprentice? From a dump of a planet? After all that fuss, she made a "big iron pot"?

The viewers: "???"

Weren't they watching a show about incredible future geniuses? Where were the hovercars? The aircraft? The new weapons? This was it?!

On camera, future "genius" Ye Jia ran a hand over her freshly made "big iron pot" and looked satisfied.

Mm, this pot turned out nicely. This dump of a planet is short on everything, and my family just happens to need a "big pot" like this~

Ye Jia, a national-level master mechanic, was electrocuted and fell unconscious. When she woke up, she found herself in an interstellar era of alchemy.

Everything, from the iron pot used to cook rice to military mecha, was made through alchemy. As long as your mental strength was powerful enough, there was nothing you couldn't create, except artificial life.

Of course, none of that had anything to do with Ye Jia, who had nothing and was just trying to make a living. All she worried about was that the "Alchemy Scrap Recycling Station" might decide she was useless and fire her one day.

To survive, Ye Jia had no choice but to grit her teeth and start with the basics, hoping only to earn enough to eat.

What Ye Jia didn't know was that the toy bee she'd fixed earlier was actually an old-model miniature livestream device.

At the same time as the central star's smash-hit program, The Master Showdown, went live, Ye Jia, far away on a dump of a planet, was also forced to livestream!!!

And Ye Jia herself had absolutely no idea!

---Please add The Chef, Starting from an Exile Novel to your library---

Blurb for The Chef, Starting from an Exile Novel:

Jiang Qingyan had worked diligently for five hundred years at the Time Bureau, only to be sent right back to square one because the male lead favored his old flame. All her quick transmigration missions had to start over from the beginning.

Fine, then. She'd start over. But this time...

Jiang Qingyan had given up caring. It didn't matter how the missions went.

As long as she could eat something delicious, she'd be happy to be stuck in one place for a hundred years.

She couldn't help it. Jiang Qingyan had been holding back for too long. She might not be good at anything else, but she loved her food.

She'd once thought that after working hard for five hundred years, she could enjoy all the food she wanted once she retired.

But now her missions had all failed. Why keep holding back? She might as well roll up her sleeves and fend for herself.

Jiang Qingyan decided that if she wanted to eat a delicious pot of fish stew, she'd have to start by making a good fish trap and catching a big, plump fish in the winter river.

And so...

[On the Road to Exile]

The heroine was busy getting close to the future male lead, sparing no expense to hire a merchant caravan to follow them along the way. They had everything they could want to eat and wear.

Jiang Qingyan, on the other hand, said nothing, quietly weaving a fish trap in her hands and thinking about what dish she'd make with the big, plump fish she was about to catch.

Should she make a bubbling hot fish stew, or crispy roasted fish, crisp on the outside and tender within?

But later, somehow, everyone in the exile convoy who was supposed to be on the male and female leads' side couldn't help turning to look at Jiang Qingyan.

What on earth was that girl cooking? It smelled so good! They'd tried not to stare, but their eyes wouldn't listen...

[In a Court Politics Novel]

The heroine disguised herself as a man and first earned the court's favor as a talented scholar. Later, even after her identity as a woman was revealed, people still praised her, saying, "Who says women are inferior to men?" Her standing in court remained high.

Only Jiang Qingyan, who had entered the examinations openly as a woman, received no recognition from the court despite her boundless talent. No one in court cared about her, including Jiang Qingyan herself.

As she headed to court, she held a freshly baked flatbread in one hand and carried two fresh hairy crabs she'd bought from a fisherman's child in the other. She was wondering which corner of the Ministry of Revenue she could set up a little stove in, and whether to make a "crab roe and crab meat" meat-stuffed flatbread.

And so... a group of ministers who had just returned to the Ministry of Revenue couldn't help sniffing wildly, asking who was cooking and why it smelled so good.

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