Revenge and the Harem Chef’s Miracle System

The Beginning

Celeste had truly left him.

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The sun was already high when Louis finally fell asleep.

But his sleep was restless.

A few hours later, loud knocks on the door jolted him awake.

With a heavy head, he stumbled to the door and opened it.

A man in an expensive suit stood before him, his expression unreadable.

"Louis Moreau?"

Louis squinted. "Who are you?"

The man pulled an envelope from his jacket and handed it to him.

"I’m Celeste Moreau’s attorney. This is an official document she asked me to deliver."

Louis took the envelope cautiously. He broke the seal and read the contents.

And as he absorbed each word, his blood boiled.

Celeste was filing for divorce.

And worse—she was demanding full custody of Mathéo.

Louis gripped the paper tightly, his hands trembling.

He looked up at the lawyer, his gaze burning with fury. "She can’t do this."

The man remained unfazed. "She already has. The first hearing is in two weeks."

Louis held his breath, forcing himself to stay calm.

Celeste hadn’t just left him. She planned to erase him completely from Mathéo’s life.

But if she thought he would give up so easily, she was gravely mistaken.

Louis wouldn’t let this happen.

With his jaw clenched, he stared straight ahead.

If this was a war, then he would fight until the very end.

The early dawn still shrouded the city of Paris when Louis woke up from his sleep. The apartment that once felt warm now seemed like an empty, silent space. His mind was still tangled with the events of the previous night—Celeste’s betrayal, losing Mathéo, and the divorce papers that shattered what was left of his life.

But beneath the anger and sorrow, something else stirred.

Determination.

He would not fall so easily.

Taking a deep breath, Louis got out of bed. He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Empty. Just like his heart.

Yet instead of drowning in sadness, he let out a small chuckle.

“So, this is my lowest point?” he murmured. “Alright then, time to rise again.”

When he turned on his phone, dozens of missed calls and messages flooded the screen. Most were from Lucas and a few colleagues from Le Ciel de Paris. But one message stood out.

> [User detected... Activating Legendary Chef System.]

Louis frowned. What is this?

Before he could think any further, his phone screen suddenly changed. A bright light burst from it, forming strange letters that gradually transformed into words he could understand.

> [Welcome to the Legendary Chef System!]

[Initial Mission: Rise from Ruin]

[Rewards: Master-Level Culinary Skills, Emperor of France’s Secret Recipes, and 100 System Points]

His heart pounded. Was he dreaming?

Before he could question it further, something happened.

Suddenly, his mind was flooded with knowledge of cooking techniques he had never mastered before. Every detail about ingredients, ideal cooking temperatures, knife skills, and flavor combinations flowed into him as if he had trained for decades.

Then, as if on autopilot, his body moved. He grabbed the only ingredients left in his kitchen—a piece of stale bread and an egg.

With swift, precise movements, he turned on the stove, drizzled a bit of oil, and started cooking.

In mere moments, an irresistible aroma filled his kitchen. The once-stale bread transformed into a luxurious dish, crispy on the outside and soft inside, while the omelet looked like something worthy of a five-star restaurant.

Louis stared at the plate in amazement.

He had just created something extraordinary… from the simplest ingredients.

This system was real.

And this was his second chance.

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A few hours later, Louis arrived at Le Ciel de Paris earlier than usual. The kitchen staff eyed him curiously—yesterday, he had left in ruins, but today, he returned with a different aura.

“Morning, Chef Louis,” Pierre, one of the sous-chefs, greeted him.

Louis only nodded before heading straight to the main kitchen. He could feel Vincent’s gaze from afar, but this time, he didn’t care.

He had a plan.

With swift hands, he began preparing ingredients for lunch service. Usually, this task was left to junior staff, but today, he wanted to test his newfound abilities.

The knife in his hands moved fluidly, slicing meat and vegetables with astonishing precision. His movements were so natural, so flawless, as if he had been reincarnated as the world’s best chef.

In no time, he had plated exquisite dishes—ones he had never even made before.

Pierre, watching from a distance, widened his eyes. “What happened to you, Louis?”

Louis gave a faint smile. “I just feel more motivated today.”

Pierre still looked skeptical. “Yesterday, you were like a dead man. Now, you’re like… a culinary demon.”

Louis let out a small laugh. “Maybe I just found a new reason to fight.”

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By lunchtime, the restaurant was packed with guests. Many of them were regulars who came to savor the work of Le Ciel de Paris’s renowned chefs.

But something was different today.

As soon as the dishes prepared by Louis reached the customers, their reactions shifted.

> “Mon Dieu… this is incredible!” a woman exclaimed after tasting the Coq au Vin Louis had made.

An elderly man, a well-known food critic, nodded approvingly. “The taste and texture are perfect… better than anything I’ve ever had here before.”

Whispers spread through the restaurant.

Who cooked this?

Hearing the praise, Vincent approached with a suspicious expression. When he saw the dishes leaving the kitchen, his brows furrowed.

This was not ordinary cooking.

Quickly, he stepped into the kitchen and found Louis still at work.

“Moreau!” Vincent’s voice boomed.

Louis didn’t stop. “What is it?”