Apocalypse Bistro: S-Rank Servants Only

When the bizarre descended, I—a human with zero psychic power—was exiled to a monster’s nest to die. They laughed, expecting me to become food. But I bound a Western Restaurant System. Now, Sclass horrors wash dishes in my kitchen. When 100% pure food shook the wasteland, the highranking inspectors knelt like dogs outside, begging to survive. I am humanity’s supreme chef. Those who threw me away are now the lowest cuts in my cellar—forever deboned.