When I was a mere chef in a small sect, Master came and took me under his wing. I was only trash and I was destined to stay as trash for the rest of my life. The only outstanding quality I had was my ability to cook.
I trained day and night to increase my cultivation and martial arts, but I was never able to reach the realm of Core Formation. I was forever stuck in the Foundation Building stage, unable to progress to a true immortal.
I buried myself in cooking for a time, attempting to drive myself away from my failures. However, I still could not get over my inability. I might have been an amazing chef, but I would have still been dead after merely a few centuries. My life meant nothing because I couldn't progress past that lowly realm. I could not shoot bullets through the heavens, and I could not prove my own worth. I was forever a chef.
