The Last Player Chef

Yuhan only felt safe when his hands were busy over a hot pan. The pain in his wrists came back the moment he stopped, a reminder of the hunts he left behind and the life he tried to build after them. He ran a small restaurant for hunters and former hunters, and he cooked the kind of meals they never asked for out loud. Soup that eased tired bodies. Rice that felt like home. Meat that reminded them they were still allowed to want comfort. When his secret crafting talent started making gear the company system could not name, his quiet life cracked open. The people who once overlooked him now needed what only he could make, and the old hurt of being useful too late came back with them.