I Ascended to Godhood with My Foodie System

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Blurb:

In this altered wasteland world, everything grows rampant, natural disasters strike one after another, ferocious beasts roam, and there are even aliens from the unknown reaches of the universe. To top it all off, food is scarce and survival is difficult. Feng Bao, as weak as a pheasant, can only eat bugs.

Animals who transform into human form follow the rules of the food chain. Eating the raw meat of a higher-level creature makes them sick, so big creatures eat small ones, and small ones eat shrimp. That's the way of life. But one day, a reckless pheasant shifter declares that she plans to cook snake, pork, and even the terrifying two-headed wolf.

All the shifters who hear this shake their heads.

"That pheasant must be tired of living. She's picked a fight with something way out of her league."

"Whenever anyone cooks food, it just turns into a pile of charred, disgusting stuff. Does she think this pheasant can make it into something fancy?"

Then this tiny pheasant somehow leads her people to win over one village after another full of high-level shifters, and becomes a lord who rules over part of the wasteland. They can't help but marvel: "You can fry your way into becoming a lord?"

The people who come to challenge the lord refuse to believe it.

"These deep-fried mushrooms are unbelievably delicious. I'm amazed."

"Ah, that's so good! Give me another bowl of this flower-shaped dish."

Only after each challenger has cleaned their plate and wiped their mouth do they finally realize: "Wait, since when did she have this skill? Are the rest of us even playing the same game?"

When the crisis on Earth is finally resolved, people ask her how she managed to get this far.

She picks up her spatula and says, "Let's cook something."

Reader's guide:

1. A female lead who grows stronger step by step.

2. The more the female lead works on her career, the more she wants to. The male lead is mostly in the background.

3. This is a fictional future. The foods, animals, and medicines in this story are fictional and should not be confused with reality.

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[Apocalypse + hoarding supplies + card draws + base building]

Yu Miaomiao had just picked up her phone to check a text message with a game link when everything went black. In the blink of an eye, she found herself inside a post-apocalyptic survival game: Survival in the Desert - 1.

[Player's real name: Yu Miaomiao

Player nickname: Meow Meow Never Runs Out of Water

Age: 23

Game trait: Luck

Stamina: 30 (can be upgraded)

Agility: 66 (can be upgraded)

Intelligence: 15 (can be upgraded)

Strength: 35 (can be upgraded)

Luck: 900 (cannot be upgraded)]

What does this mean? Looking at her luck stat, is her intelligence really only 15? Isn't that too low? She's not that stupid, is she?

This is the first time Yu Miaomiao has ever doubted her own intelligence. What kind of lousy System is this?

[Successfully activated the Luck trait. Beginner's gift pack: 1 shabby outdoor parasol, 0.5 bottles of mineral water, 1 child's straw mat for one]

Who could be so lucky as to get a shabby parasol and a child's straw mat? Only her.

It isn't until Yu Miaomiao starts drawing cards for supplies, making materials, and growing plants, and gets just a little bit more than everyone else, that people realize the "Meow Meow Never Runs Out of Water" on the leaderboard is no ordinary player.

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Ding! The Doomsday System is online. Host, hurry up and stockpile supplies. Add this story to your collection so you don't miss it!

Rising sea levels, torrential rain, extreme heat, hail, polar nights... One catastrophic world after another lies ahead.

Lu Ke has just finished a mission in one world, and now she has to start stockpiling supplies for the next disaster. Her goal isn't just to eat well and dress warmly. She wants to live in comfort.

First disaster world:

-- Global warming is raising sea levels, and most of the land is submerged. Host, please stock up as you see fit. --

Convenience foods, fresh meat, water purification systems, double-decker yachts, sunscreen, face masks...

System: Host, your stockpiling is getting more and more ridiculous. You're supposed to survive, not go on vacation.

"It doesn't take up space. I'm going to live, not just experience life."

Local: Benefactor, this face mask of yours is incredible. I'll trade you 9,000 liters of oil for one.

"See? Face masks are survival supplies."

System: ...

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#Saving Each Other#

[If you must fall from the sky, I hope it's only in a dream.]

Independent, sophisticated career woman × lonely, gloomy puppy-like trainee

**

In her dream, she is like an invisible ghost, walking into a concert venue.

From a distance, she sees what seems to be a star she doesn't recognize, surrounded by a group of backup dancers.

Curiosity gets the better of Yun Xiaomi. She easily slips past the layers of security and barriers, making her way to the very front of the stage. Behind her is a sea of fluorescent lights and fan banners.

At a glance, she reads: "Yunxiao, we'll be waiting for you in H," "Xiao," and, on most of the banners, "Gu Yanxiao."

Yun Xiaomi doesn't recognize the star. She wants to get closer and see who could be holding a concert for tens of thousands of people.

As she moves closer, the raised platform on the stage slowly begins to rise. Behind her, countless fans shout and scream, and calls for an encore ring through the venue again and again.

Yun Xiaomi sees that nobody is stopping her or noticing her, so she walks up the stairs at the side of the stage. All the lights in the venue go out, and the calls for an encore grow louder and louder.

"Bang!"

A thunderous crash is drowned out by the shouts of tens of thousands of people.

The bloody, mangled figure of a man comes into view.

"Aaaaaah!"

She screams soundlessly, but no one around her can hear.

**

In a dizzy spell, Yun Xiaomi wakes from her dream.

Theme: Finding life amid adversity, rising again from despair