Revenge and the Harem Chef’s Miracle System

The Rebirth of the Chef

Jean, now terrified, turned and ran without looking back.

The woman didn’t chase him. Lowering her pistol, she walked toward Louis, who lay motionless on the ground.

She crouched, her gaze scanning his bruised and bloodied face with an unreadable expression.

"Look at you," she murmured. "Someone really wants you dead."

Louis tried to speak, but only blood spilled from his lips. His vision darkened further.

The woman sighed, then effortlessly lifted his battered body as if he were nothing more than a doll.

"You owe me your life, Chef."

That was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness completely.

---

When Louis opened his eyes, the sound of crashing waves greeted him.

He lay on a soft bed, inside a room with a large window overlooking the sea.

The coast?

His head pounded, but he could feel bandages wrapped around various parts of his body.

"Ah, you’re finally awake."

The woman’s voice came from the corner of the room.

Louis turned his head, seeing his rescuer seated on a chair, dressed in a loose white shirt and shorts. Despite the casual attire, she still exuded an air of dominance.

"Where am I?" His voice was hoarse.

She took a sip of wine before answering. "At my house. Outside Paris."

Louis tried to sit up, but his body was still too weak.

The woman approached and sat on the edge of the bed. She studied him for a moment before offering a small, enigmatic smile.

"I’m intrigued by you, Louis Moreau," she said softly. "And I want to know… are you strong enough to take revenge?"

Louis met her gaze.

Beneath her beauty, there was something dangerous.

And he knew—this was just the beginning of something big.

Louis remained silent, staring at the woman sitting beside his bed. The sea breeze drifted in through the open window, carrying the salty scent mixed with the faint fragrance of her perfume.

"Who are you?" His voice was still hoarse, but his gaze had regained its sharpness.

The woman gave him a faint smile. "You can call me Scarlett," she said. "And I’m the one who just saved your life."

Louis recalled the last thing he remembered before blacking out—Jean Morel, the thugs, and then… the gunshot. If this woman hadn’t appeared, he would probably be a corpse dumped in some dark alley in Paris by now.

"What do you want from me?"

Scarlett raised an eyebrow. "Good question. I’m interested in people with great potential, but whom the world treats like trash."

Louis smirked. "Sounds like me."

Scarlett chuckled softly. "Exactly."

She studied him intently, as if assessing something within him. Then, she stood up, walked to a small table in the corner of the room, and picked up a cup of warm tea before handing it to him.

"Now, drink this and get some rest. We have a lot to talk about later."

Louis accepted the cup and took a slow sip. As the warm liquid flowed down his throat, his body felt noticeably lighter. But before he could think any further, an unfamiliar voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

[Ding! The Harem & Cooking System has been activated.]

Louis’s eyes widened.

"What…?"

The voice rang clearly in his head, yet Scarlett didn’t seem to notice anything.

[Welcome, first-time user of the Harem & Cooking System!]

[You have been granted the privilege of becoming the greatest chef in the world while also attracting extraordinary women into your life.]

Louis blinked. A system? Like in a game?

[As compensation for nearly losing your life, you have received a Starter Bonus:]

[Legendary Cooking Skill: Culinary God]

[Dominance Skill: Alpha Charisma]

[Bonus Reward: 10,000 System Points]

A strange warmth spread throughout Louis’s body. Suddenly, every cooking technique he had ever learned—and even those he had never encountered—became as clear as day in his mind. He could visualize every cut of meat, every spice, every technique with astonishing precision.

Not only that, but his injured body felt stronger, as if he had undergone years of rigorous training overnight.

He clenched his fist.

"Damn…" he muttered. "Is this real?"

Scarlett glanced at him curiously. "Something wrong?"

Louis looked at her. He wasn’t sure if he should tell her about the system, but one thing was certain—this was his turning point.

This was his chance for revenge.

He leaned back against the pillow, his gaze sharpening.

"I just feel… alive again."

Scarlett smirked. "Good. Because I’m taking you back to Paris, and I want to see what you’ll do next."

---

Two Weeks Later – Back in Paris

After two weeks of recovery, Louis finally returned to the city that had cast him aside. But this time, he was not the same man.

Dressed in a sharp suit provided by Scarlett, he walked through the streets of Paris with newfound confidence. Every step felt lighter, and every glance directed his way carried a different kind of recognition.

Gone were the looks of disdain from before.

Now, people gazed at him with admiration, even though they didn’t know why.

[Dominance Skill: Alpha Charisma activated.]

Louis could feel it—his aura had changed. Even as he simply walked, he effortlessly drew the attention of the women around him.

But right now, he didn’t care about that.

He had one priority.

The restaurant where he had once worked.

As he arrived in front of Le Ciel de Paris, several staff members who recognized him stared in shock.

"Louis?!" a young chef exclaimed. "We thought you were gone from Paris!"

Louis simply gave a small smile. "I had some business to take care of."

He stepped inside without hesitation. The staff who had once looked down on him now stood frozen, staring at the new, refined version of him.

Then, the man he had been waiting for appeared from the kitchen—Antoine Bouchard, his former boss.