Reborn as the Cook of an Assassin Family

[A silly little sweet treat, a super-strong sweetheart vs. a male ghost with off-the-charts possessiveness]

I found a job as a cook for a family of assassins.

The pay was great, the work was easy, and my employer was easy on the eyes. Everything was perfect, except this family was a little... unusual.

On my first day, my employer gave me a maid outfit and said it was my chef’s uniform.

On my second day, my employer gave me a bottle of poison and told me to put it in the family’s meals every day.

Me: Uh, do I put it in everyone’s food?

Employer: Everyone’s.

On my third day, my employer came back and said I hadn’t added enough poison, and the family hadn’t enjoyed their meals enough.

Me: ...

Holding that bottle of poison, I started questioning my life. Was it supposed to make the food taste better?

Then I’d better add a little more.

*

Everyone knows how terrifying the foremost assassin family is, but no one knows what truly makes them so frightening.

That is, until one day, people saw an adorable cook in a maid outfit wielding a frying pan, effortlessly taking down a vicious beast several times her height and dragging it into her tiny kitchen.

As expected of an assassin family! Even their cook is this formidable!

What people didn’t know was that this adorable cook was the family’s true terror, an unrivaled master of “dark” cuisine.

Everyone who tried her cooking wore an expression of shock, terror, and agony.

Only one long-haired employer praised her after taking a bite: “Your cooking has improved again.”

Everyone else: What?!

#Reborn master chef

#The heroine is immune to dark, twisted schemes; the hero is dark and twisted to the core

#Third-person narration

#You can enjoy this even if you haven’t read the original

[Coming soon: Interstellar Idol]

Doris, a global music-chart-topping idol of the twenty-first century and the world’s most beloved genius superstar, transmigrated after an accident during a performance.

The streets were filled with dazzling sights she had only ever seen in cyberpunk games. Colorful holographic billboards played robot idols performing and singing with perfect precision but not a trace of soul.

Humanity was locked in a war against alien races and vicious beasts. Behind the glittering prosperity lay a despairing dirge with no end in sight.

Penniless, Doris stood on the desolate, run-down streets of the red-light district. A discarded promotional flyer drifted past her feet: “Want to be famous? Your chance to become an idol across the universe is waiting for you. Contact brain-computer ID: xxxxxx.”

Doris picked up the flyer and smiled, a cute little dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth. “An idol across the universe? That sounds pretty good.”

Interstellar war was cruel and merciless. Countless people fought to protect humanity’s last home. Whenever they fell into despair, a voice in song gave them strength, keeping them going through one brutal battle after another as they fought back with everything they had.

One day, while Doris was once again leading her band, The Star of Hope, on a live-streamed tour of the front lines, a group of elite aliens burst in, intent on crushing that hope.

Just as all of humanity was about to collapse into despair, they watched in shock as the sweet, adorable girl who always smiled, hailed as the “War Songstress,” strode forward singing and shattered every enemy with her voice.

That day, her voice rang throughout the universe.

The people of the interstellar alliance: What do you mean, you call that an idol?!

Afterward, the aliens and the interstellar government urgently updated their classified files: “Top-tier sound-type ability user: Doris. Threat level: Extreme.”

A hundred years later, the war had ended and the alliance was united. At the victory banquet, Doris met the controversial half-blood whom both aliens and humans avoided discussing, the cold man known as the “War Machine” who had nearly ended the conflict single-handedly. He walked up to her and introduced himself: “I grew up listening to your songs.”

Doris: ??

She didn’t know that this half-blood, regarded by both races as a disgrace and desperate to erase the stain of his birth, had found in her the courage to keep living.

Theme: Food can bring people happiness