The Military Chef of a Ruined World Chapter 123.3

While I’d like nothing more than to grant that wish, a nagging thought plagued .

‘Yes, there are sins for which it should be punished, yet what about the favor it has granted?’

If it perished now, it would rely have atoned for its sins without any acknowledgnt of its sacrifice.

That felt—well, how do I say it?

“How frustrating.”

The system had stated it was impossible, so what was I supposed to do about it?

Such thoughts, I considered, were irrelevant to .

“If it can’t be done… then I’ll make it so.”

This was a phrase drilled into from my earliest days as a lowly private.

Usually, while living, you might think there are things beyond possibility—but surprisingly, the seemingly impossible often becos attainable.

This instance would be no different.

“Nothing is impossible.”

I would keep pushing on until the components of its body transford from that of a monster into human parts.

If I continued to stuff enough food inside, sothing had to give.

And just as I prepared to shove more food in,

Ding.

‘…?’

A clear, ringing sound echoed in my ears, and a system ssage appeared before .

[Warning!]

[It is impossible to restore a being that has transcended humanity to its forr state.]

What in the world?

Now even my systems were tossing their own impossibility claims at ?

“Thanks for the kind reminder, but…”

No point in dwelling on shortcomings.

“Unnecessary buttering up.”

I swiped the ssage from my view and then stared as more appeared below it.

[Regardless, will you continue to challenge the impossible?]

…What?

* * *

[Regardless, will you continue to challenge the impossible?]

What kind of nonsense is this?

Just a few seconds earlier, my systems had told it was impossible, and now it was asking if I might want to attempt to do so?

I glanced down at the quivering form of the Gourt Glutton.

‘An individual I hardly knew.’

Initially, my sole purpose for being here was to seek affirmation for my own doubts.

I had already received that affirmation.

And I had successfully extracted all of its blood.

Surely this would aid Ariella in her growth.

At this point…

‘If I leave now, I suffer no losses at all.’

No need to push myself against challenges deed impossible.

There was no motivation for it.

But still…

What truly held back was singleness of sentint.

“Ah, this interloper’s self-esteem.”

Of all beings, it was my own dish.

The more people told it couldn’t be done, the more I felt the need to assert,

‘That can’t be right. If it’s my cooking, it can be feasible!’

“There’s still cooking left. Open wide.”

“…!”

Regardless of what the status window said, I would keep doing what I had set out to accomplish.

I forcibly pried open the creature’s mouth and hurled another al towards it.

Then…

[You are challenging the impossible.]

[Checking conditions…**]

“?”

The ssage in front of my eyes.

[Conditions have been fulfilled]

[Divine Power: 1]

The description stated sothing I had seen before in my stats once thought to be aningless but now appeared to have potential.

Divine Power.

[With just ‘1’ Divine Power, impossible tasks can be achieved]

[Warning!]

[Should your challenge fail, your Divine Power stat will be permanently erased, and recovery will no longer be possible]

“What the…”

In that instant, I could feel sothing strange stirring deep within my body.

It was not too difficult to conclude what this was.

‘Divine Power?’

I wasn’t certain why it had activated now, but I knew without doubt that it began to initiate a reaction.

“What on earth is transpiring… I have no clue!”

Nonetheless, my duty remained constant.

Keep doing what I am doing.

“Grr… Grrr…!”

As I continued shoving food into its mouth until my arms ached,

Ti trudged on.

Eventually, even the effects of the ‘Calm Mind’ expired.

But even still, I kept propelling food into the creature’s mouth driven by a simple thought.

“Rumble…”

Hours passed in that manner.

And at the very mont, when every last plate had been served and there was not a single dish left to give…

Ding.

[The subject’s species and profession are transforming]

Once every al had disappeared into nothingness, a series of ssages flooded my vision.

[Lee Hyun-jin]

[Primate Human – Gourt Glutton]

[Transforming…**]

The form lying lifelessly on the ground, once teetering on the edge—now, in stark contradiction, was beginning to sprout flesh anew.

[Transformation complete.]

[Awakened Being: Lee Hyun-jin]

[Primate – Human]

[Profession: Gourt Glutton Lv.1]

Flesh that was no longer of a beast, but of a human.

[Profession Quest – Extermination of the Nesis has been completed.]

[Quest objectives overachieved]

[Quest rewards have been granted]

[Achievent unlocked!]

[Achievent: The Miracle Chef]

[Through your cooking, you restored an adversary who had lost his way back to his rightful place!]

[An extraordinary feat that is rarely seen across all dinsions]

[One of the greatest accomplishnts possible for a Chef!]

[Rewards for achievent granted]

[You have accomplished a record worthy of myth!]

[Your Divine Power stat increases by 1]

[Divine Power: 2]

‘Divine Power.’

A stat I had classified as unidentifiable; it seed to result in a newfound energy coiling within .

‘The ability to make the impossible possible.’

Unlikely tasks made feasible.

“Ha, ha… ha…”

If I were to categorize this situation against video ga-like foundations,

I could easily conclude what it would be referred to.

A cheat.

Or rather…

“Isn’t this a hack?”