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The Greatest Forbidden Mage is Just A Chef

Jack, a fanatic of food and a self-acclaimed 'five star cook', suddenly transported into the other world. It was so sudden, and so ordinary, Jack can't feel his survival mode kicked in the moment he transported. But even in this alien land, Jack did not abandon his fanatism over food. Though, there's one problem. "What is this?! No salt, no pepper, the meat were even still raw!!!" Nothing could satisfy his modern tongue. And so, once again, he forced to cook for himself. And yet, "There's no refrigerator... no oven... no dry agers... h-how could I cook MY food?!" The absence of modern kitchen appliance has made him depressed. Thus, in desperation, he learnt magic, hoping for it to be able to substitute for modern equipment. Searching for tome, grimoire, or any other form of magical items. Then creating the spell, or, if lucky, stumble upon tome which record his very much needed magic in details. From the spell for deboning, blood draining, to the spell that literally slows down time. He hoard them all, using it almost everyday, and accidentally mastering them. Unknowingly... caused mayhem. "Wh-what are you...?" "... A cook, sir." "Ho! Are ya that mage that spook my brats, eh? Ye'r the real deal, I thought yer not. Lads! I challenge you!!" "... please stop making a ruckus, you'll scare my livestocks. And also, I refuse. I'm a cook, not a fighting lunatic." "I see. You're definitely strong. Huhu, I like you. Join me. I'll give your far better treatment than other organization. I promise in the name of Snow White." "But I'm just a cook, Miss..." No matter how hard he told everyone, they all never buy the truth. That he is just a cook. Leave with no choice, Jack starts to appear in the world despite his own quarantine. And there's only two things he's famous for. His rumored strength, and his spell. "But I'm a cook?!!"
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No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
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