Serving Spite in Mess Hall Seven
By @john1208
Lying on my deathbed at ninety-two, my final words as a manga culinary legend were a curse against the hospital's bland pudding. Imagine my absolute fury when I woke up in the poisoned, dying body of a cafeteria manager at the prestigious Veligrad Institute of Arcana. The food here isn't just terrible; it is an alchemical biohazard. But I am Bistra Zoric, a proud chef who refuses to serve slop! Armed with my trusty ladle, I revamped Mess Hall Seven. Suddenly, pretentious spellcasters and arrogant sword-saints are throwing devastating lightning spells and suplexing each other in the lunch line just to secure the last portion of my garlic-butter roast. Enter Zivko, a snobby gastronomic arbiter determined to shut me down, who ended up weeping into a bowl of my spicy noodles. But the real kicker? Professor Dragomir just handed me a diary proving my original, lazy archmage self wrote the very manga I lived in, just to train her own soul in cooking because she was tired of academy rations. With a riot breaking out over my pork buns, can I survive the lunch rush without burning the school down?
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