I'm the Descendant of the Goddess Eat?
Chapter 1: The Jury

If you can really do whatever you want here...

Will you try to get your dream back? Even if it means you have to be stranded in another world?

Since you can't achieve your dreams in the real world, isn't it okay to at least reach them in another world?

So, what's your decision?

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GrandChef, there is no one who has never heard of his name in this world. GrandChef is a popular Reality Show that features the theme of cooking competitions between amateur chefs. The audience will be presented with a variety of appetizing dishes and challenges and dramas that follow each episode.

The format of the show has been produced by over forty countries. One of them is Indonesia. It started in 20XX and is still held periodically to date due to its popularity.

Then at this time, GrandChef Indonesia had entered on Season fourteenth and entered the round of twelve, after previously they received fifty participants

"Participant Retia Anggraini, go ahead and serve your cooking!" yelled Chef Henry.

"Okay, Chef!" Retia answered.

The short girl's face looked sour. With trembling footsteps, Retia pushed her trolley in front of the Jury's table. When he arrived he moved the dish and opened the hood.

The faces of the Juries were no less sour. Right now is the challenge stage of the Mystery Box and with her luck so darn, Retia gets the Cow brain as the main ingredient for her dish. Materials he had never used before.

With reckless capital and determination, Retia tries to imitate what she used to see on youtube and Padang cooking articles.

No problem with the taste. Retia has made sure herself that the dish is not a failed dish, at least in terms of taste. Unfortunately this place is GrandChef, a small mistake will make you kicked hover— fall, especially if it does not have many names and does not bring profit. Anyway, this is a TV show.

"Retia, did you know that the brain would quickly disintegrate if cooked for too long?" Chef Miranda asked. His eyes narrowed, almost preying on the camera lens.

"Yes, Chef." Retia answered. His fingers clasped tightly onto the apron cloth, trying hard to hold back the tears from dripping.

"You were given two hours to make this, you were confused and wasted a lot of time, but what was the result? RUBBISH!!" chef Aldean. His mustache trembled, his eyes bulging threateningly.

Retia lowered her head in fear, mute without a sound. His shoulders fell, the sign had resignedly received all the oaths of serapah.

"I don't even have to judge this" continued Chef Aldean who had stood up from his chair.

"What?" Retia was surprised, "Wouldn't that be judged not only by appearance, but also by taste?" Retia had indeed been feeling scared and nervous before. However, not out of fear of being eliminated, but out of fear of being scolded and scolded.

Inner Retia is currently filled with a lot of questions, "What does it mean not to be judged? Isn't this unfair?"

"I agree" said Chef Miranda. His eyes twirled, as if disgusted with Retia's dishes.

"Yes." Yeah." Chef Henry added.

Retia. His expression became dull, still unable to believe what had happened to him. His little heart desperately wished that this was all just a joke for a television show. I really hope so.

Chef Aldean approached Retia, holding a name sign on Retia's shoulder, then said, "Retia Anggraini's insiders, thank you for your efforts all along."

Chef Aldean forcibly removed Retia's nameplate, threw her on the floor and stomped her to pieces.

Tears flowed down Retia's cheeks, not because she failed to achieve her dream, not because of the harsh treatment of Chef Aldean, but because he only realized that he had become a victim for this event. It was possible that the contents of the mysterious box had also been prepared in such a way for him. The cause was even very clear, among the twelve remaining participants, only Retia had almost no Fans. Retia was also not a standout person, it was natural for her to be dropped.

"Retia Anggraini," call Chef Miranda.

Retia wiped her tears with the back of her hand, then replied, "Yes, Chef."

"Go back to your room, eat your failed meal and pack up!" chef Miranda pressed his voice.

"Okay, Chef."

Retia took back the dish, put it on the trolley and went back to the back.

Retia's heart was completely broken. Although the other Participants hugged her warmly, Retia felt that the embrace was like a spear that pierced the heart and tore bones. With the departure of Retia, the path of other participants to become champions becomes brighter.

Retia returned to her dormitory, crying as she ate her Padang-style Cow Brain Gulai. The phone at the end of his mattress shook, a new message sign went into his Whatsapp number.

The message came from the mother, "How are you there? It's fine, right?" ask mother. Even though her heart said no, Retia felt she had to tell her what happened to her, at least so she wouldn't be surprised to see Retia on television, "Retia's fine, really, Mom. Sorry Retia did not manage to become a champion," replied Retia.

Mother's speechless. Maybe surprised and confused about what to say to the child. Since childhood, Retia has attended GrandChef events on television and is determined to become a champion. Retia who has worked so hard if she tells him to be patient, it is tantamount to insulting his effort, hard work, and patience while learning to cook.

After some time of disappearing, only this sentence could his mother give him, "Go home, son. We've been losing weight to you." Simple, but powerful. Simple words try to make Retia's feelings far from fretting about failure. It was as if he was not alone and invited him to let what had happened pass.

That afternoon, Retia returned home to be escorted by the GrandChef Crew. In the car, Retia opens her phone, checks Instagram and activates her account privacy. Retia had already spoken arrogantly that she would be a winner to her friends, but now she fell for a ridiculous reason.

"Now...what should I do?" muttered Retia, her voice trembling, almost stammering.

The black car continued to drive, down the streets of the capital Nusantara. Along the way, Retia's memories of GrandChef revolve around her mind like a video slide. Until Retia finally got to Kosannya that he had not lived for a long time. At least GrandChef paid the cost for this month.

"I'm home."

Retia welcomes herself. There was no one else in this place, Retia also only had a small family in the Village. There's Mom, Dad, Brother, and Grandma. In addition to family, the other person close to Retia is Reyhan, Retia's boyfriend who has been with her since High School.

Retia who is still in shock and confused, choose to lie in bed only. Forgetting to take a shower, forgetting to eat. Just lie down with loud music in the ears. Trying to drive away resentment and regret.

Tomorrow is a really messy day for Retia. Because on that day, the moment his name sign is destroyed will be broadcast to all corners of Indonesia, even to neighboring Malaysia. His family and friends will know, and what he is most afraid of is his girlfriend Reyhan— knowing the news of his failure.

"...but what was the result? RUBBISH!!"

The word kept echoing in his ears. Water the heart with hard water and fertilize it with the carcass of the Beast. "Fuck jury*n," maki Retia.

Although the music that Retia plays is not sad music. However, Somehow, the cheerful lyrics that were heard by Retia turned gloomy and dark. Her tears soaked the pillow and only stopped when Retia fell asleep.

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