[Culinary Proficiency: 25/9999]
It was an easy proficiency to raise; simply being cultivated by assembling ingredients, creating dishes, and pushing the boundaries of his comfortable slate–though, it didn't help him much in battle, it was an invaluable skill for the sustenance and morality of the group.
While preparing the dish, he glanced out of the window, seeing the ominous, but hopeful Tower in the distance.
Two more days…It almost doesn't feel real. After all of this time, it felt like something beyond reach, but…soon, it'll finally open–the "Tower", he thought.
There was still practically nothing known about the very destination that the scraps left of humanity fought for.
The System is withholding information. I just don't get it: why is it a secret? He thought.
While sprucing up some healthy, green veggies to add to the dish, his thoughts already somewhat knew the answer to his question:
