Life was destitute and miserable; a bout of cold was enough to bring this fallen knight to a regretful end, but it also gave Alex Sullivan the chance to transmigrate.

At the end of a hero’s road, Alex Sullivan felt a bit emotional, but he didn’t sense any obsession for revenge from the knight—what lingered more was worry about how his daughter would survive.

“Rest in peace. As for revenge, let it go, but I promise to take good care of your child.” Alex Sullivan made this vow in his heart, and all the information receded like a tide, the last trace of obsession fading away.

He was still Alex Sullivan, but now possessed all the memories of Alex Miller, as well as a part of his emotions.

“From now on, I’ll be called Alex.” Alex Sullivan silently recited in his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, Alex’s gaze had become clear, though waves of weakness coursed through his body.

“Father… what’s wrong?” The little girl’s hand was still held in his palm, her small face full of worry.

Alex’s eyes softened a bit. Kneeling by the bedside, the little girl’s silver hair draped over her shoulders, her bright blue eyes sparkling. The half-hidden pointed ears and rosy skin inherited from the elven princess, and though she wore a half-worn gray cotton-linen dress, her delicate and adorable appearance was still lively and cute, making one want to kiss her.

This was Alex Miller’s daughter—Emily, now his daughter.

In his previous life, Alex had never married, let alone had children, and had no idea how to interact with kids. But after merging with his predecessor’s memories, looking at the worried face of Emily now felt just like looking at his own child. The urge to get close made him a bit flustered, but the lack of parental affection in his previous life—his parents were always busy with business—made him look forward even more to experiencing what it was like to be a father.

“I… I’m fine, Little Emily, you don’t need to worry.” Little Emily was what Alex usually called Emily. He awkwardly reached out and gently patted Emily’s hair, his voice a little hoarse.

Her soft hair felt wonderful to the touch, making his heart tremble—this was his daughter! There was a strange sense of blood connection.

“Mhm, as long as Father is okay.” Emily rubbed her hair against Alex’s hand, squinting her eyes like a cute little cat, pouting as she acted spoiled: “But Father, I’m hungry. Can you make something tasty for Little Emily?”

Alex felt his heart melting; he wanted to pluck the stars from the sky for her. But when it came to cooking, he immediately felt a headache.

He’d eaten plenty of good food in his previous life, but as for cooking, he’d never even touched a kitchen knife. Even recalling his predecessor’s memories, he only knew how to make a few rough dishes that he couldn’t even be bothered to try. He was just considering whether to go out and eat instead.

But just then, a neutral voice suddenly sounded in his mind: God of Cooking Training System activated!

Alex was startled. What the heck? God of Cooking Training System? How did this thing get into his head? Could it be related to this transmigration?

The neutral voice continued: Because the host wantonly destroyed the reputation of restaurants for years, even centuries, in your previous life, accumulating too much resentment from chefs, the Heavenly Dao has launched the God of Cooking Training System to supervise the host’s culinary studies in this world, guiding you to become a God of Cooking. Given the host’s extremely low culinary talent, the system will periodically issue tasks to urge your progress. Completing tasks will earn system rewards; failing tasks will result in system penalties.

Listening to the voice in his mind, Alex was stunned for a while before reacting. Damn! What is this? He transmigrated to this world just because he was too harsh in his restaurant reviews in his previous life? So now he’s been sent here to start over, and they even gave him a God of Cooking Training System to make him learn to cook?

He remembered the most common comment he’d received in his previous life: May you be a chef in your next life!

A phrase suddenly flashed through Alex’s mind: Look up at the sky—who has Heaven ever spared…

Chapter 2: A Bit of Dream and Goal

Bro, I was just making a few casual comments. Sure, my words were a bit sharp, my tone a bit harsh, and I did close down a few dozen restaurants… but did you really have to go so far as to create a system just to force me to be a chef!!!

Thinking about being supervised by a system to learn cooking from now on, Alex felt a bit on the verge of collapse. If it were just about making some everyday dishes, that’d be one thing, but they said he had to become a God of Cooking!

God of Cooking? Are you freaking kidding me! Alex really wanted to curse.

“Father, are you still feeling unwell anywhere?” Emily reached out and touched Alex’s face, asking worriedly. She felt like her father was a bit different from before today, but couldn’t quite say how.

Feeling the warm touch on his face, Alex snapped back to reality, tried to calm himself, forced a smile, recalled something, and took out the last two copper coins from his pocket, placing them in Emily’s hand. “Little Emily, go buy two crispy sweet cakes. We won’t cook tonight.”

“Really! Little Emily loves sweet crispy cakes the most!” Emily’s face instantly lit up with delight. Clutching the two copper coins, she crawled over from the bed, gave Alex a kiss on the cheek, hopped off the bed on her little legs, put on her shoes, and ran out the door.