Chapter 260: Author Note 4/21-Open with Fast Pass

Hello guys,

I doubt anyone is still keeping an eye on this story, but if you are I have started the remake. Although I changed everything and only kept the farming and cooking elements.

Here is the summary if you are interested in reading it:

Falin Saga

Welcome to Falin Saga! The only game where you can choose the fantasy life of your dreams. Want to be a samurai with a dark past? You can! A pampered child of a noble family? Go for it! Want to be an artist that is worshiped by millions? It's attainable! Anything is possible in the world, Falin! You just have to go out and grasp it!

There was no other chance, or rather choice, for Nanyi. His hand that was ruined, destroyed by the maliciousness of a former friend, throbbed.

Virtual reality could be his second chance to follow his dreams. The place where he can practice and enhance his skills. The place where he can scatter that bitch's ashes into the sea and destroy her reputation as the current best.

He will sear and saute, slice and dice, steam, and boil until his skills are at their peak. Only then could he cause her pain as much as she did to him by roasting her as she marinated in her own tears.

...As a chef, of course.

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A snippet of the first chapter:

It had begun. The blanket of the darkness that had been covering the night sky had finally started to recede, chased away by the light of the incoming dawn.

After bidding the stars goodnight, the sun finally decided to make an appearance, bringing with it a canopy of gold that looked bright amid the blueish-grey of the morning sky.

Once again, color had returned to the dreary skies and streets of this small rural town. No, not just color but light as well.

It was a wondrous sight to behold. Sadly most of the people in the small town weren't awake to see it.

Very sad indeed, since they wouldn't be able to witness how the sky would slowly begin to brighten each passing minute; as the sun rose higher into the air.

They wouldn't see how the sun's light would spill out onto the different neighborhoods of the town—shining its majesty down upon everything, not even sparing shadows in its time of dominance.

This overflux of light began to seep into the windows of the different households, lightening up each of the rooms with its calming greyish-blue glow while gently nudging the inhabitants that were sleeping inside into wakefulness.

However, in one particular household, a pale, slender black-haired man met the morning light's gentle nudge with whimpers instead of pleasantries.

Because even though light could penetrate through the darkest of nights, it wasn't able to pierce through the depressing darkness of the nightmare that had ensnared him.

The light could only shine down onto the young man as he soundlessly whimpered, curling himself into a ball.

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"No!" The black-haired cried out in his sleep, wrapping his arms tighter around himself as the dream he had countless times before started once more.

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['It was another busy day at Hēi Méiguī, the finest restaurant in all J city and the place where he was interning. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw that it was bustling full of people trying to prepare their dishes.

But he had no time to worry about them. He had his own task to do. Going over to his workstation, he began doing what was asked of him.

The assignment he was tasked with was to separate the meat from a duck's breast. He needed to hurry because the executive chef was arriving soon and he had no time to waste.

Every second was precious, or he would have the head workstation group on his ass.

Glancing over at his groupmate, Nanyi saw that he had already finished making the sauce for the recipe. He couldn't help but feel some envy. Why did he have to get the hardest task?

Suddenly there was a tap on his shoulder, turning around he saw that it was that woman. She was asking for his help again, but it wasn't 'help' that she was looking for.']

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As the young man lay sleeping on the small twin-sized wooden bed, tears dripped down his pallid face, letting out more quiet whimpers from time to time.

Curling his body up tighter, the black-haired man unconsciously started shaking fear, for his body remembered what happened next along with his mind.

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['He knew he shouldn't keep helping her, but they were friends once.

"This is the last time," he told her, walking over to her workstation.']

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The man saw himself walking towards a vat of boiling oil in the dream. Suddenly the smell of charred meat enveloped him. He would never forget that smell, not until his dying day.

The black-haired boy's shaking became even more pronounced. It was as if he plunged into a bath full of ice.

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['Oh, no! What was that weird smell? Was something burning?' He wondered as he walked speedily towards that woman's workstation, only to find himself floating. Somehow he became separated from his body.

Before he could be shocked by the strangeness of it all, he saw something that chilled him to his very bones. It was himself, lying on the floor, with his hand in the vat full of boiling oil.

The strange smell... the smell of frying meat...it was his hand. His hand... His hand! His HAND! No, no, no- ]

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As the man dreamt, he started thrashing against the bed as if feeling the burn. He wept in agony, although he felt no pain. The body remembered, the soul remembered. The hand...it remembered.

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['Ahhhh!' he screamed, suddenly back in his body, quickly removing his blistering hand full of pus from the sizzling oil.

At the sound of his scream, all the chefs stopped what they were doing and stared down at him. That woman stepped out from the crowd and giggled maliciously.

She stared down at him while he clutched his burnt hand with glee glinting in her eyes before laughingly saying, "Oh what a shame, your hand appears to be ruined."

"It's ruined," a chef nearby agrees, staring at him with disgust.

Suddenly the other chefs and interns start to chime in. Chanting that he is useless as they circled him while pointing and laughing.]

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"No, I'm not!" The black-haired man awoke with a silent shriek, gasping as he jumped from the bed to the floor, collapsing on his knees, cradling his left arm against his chest.

''No, no, no, no... Just a dream, just a dream, dream, my ha-hand is still...'' As he looked down, he stilled, both with his words and with his movements. A leftover scar from the burn was plainly in sight.

Tears dripped down his face as he stared at it. Even after all this time, there was still a scar left.

It was a constant reminder of that incident, something that would never let him forget what 'SHE' did.

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