SSS Class Awakening: Start With A God-Level Choice System-Chapter 28: Charm So Strong It’s Illegal

With a clap of his hands, Chloe regained her consciousness.

As soon as Chloe regained consciousness, she heard Ainsworth's magnetic and charming voice, "Wake up, Chloe~. I've prepared a snack for you."

Opening her eyes, she saw Ainsworth's handsome appearance that could topple countries and make anyone do his whims just to see his smile. It was so handsome that [omitted 1000 words of Chloe's description of Ainsworth's appearance].

While Chloe was dumbfounded by his charm, Ainsworth struck while the iron was hot as he spoke, "While you fell unconscious due to exhausting yourself from fighting those zombies, I did my best and cooked you foie gras."

Going all out on his SSS+ Charm, he infused it into his voice as he persuaded, "I've worked hard on it. You don't want my effort to go to waste, would you?"

Hearing his magnetic and charming voice that was ASMR worthy, Chloe was flustered as she lost her composure and blushed. She nodded several times to him, agreeing to his request.

Chloe was moved as she thought inwardly, 'How come someone this handsome not only took care of me while I was unconscious but even cooked for me? Even if he doesn't know how to cook, I'll still eat it.'

'To think I had doubted him and even complained at him for being stingy. He needs those resources and supplies more than me. How could I have been so selfish!'

Ainsworth didn't know what Chloe was thinking but her thoughts were written on her face.

Knowing that she was smitten by his charm, Ainsworth gently took her hand and pulled her up from the ground, letting her take a seat in front of the kitchen counter where the zombie foie gras was placed.

Only Ainsworth knew that the foie gras he cooked was made up of zombie meat and viruses. As for Chloe, when she smelled the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the dish, her eyes widened in awe.

On the plate sat a golden-brown foie gras, its surface seared to crisp perfection, glistening slightly under the convenience store's flickering lights.

A thin drizzle of glossy, dark-red reduction sauce pooled beneath it like a work of art—something you'd expect to see in a five-star French restaurant, not during the end of the world. The plating was meticulous, with a sprig of manifested herbs adding a touch of green contrast, as if nature itself had blessed the meal.

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Chloe, completely ensnared by the visual and aromatic assault on her senses, clasped her hands together with delight. "It's beautiful..." she whispered, cheeks flushed. "I didn't know food could still look this... divine in a zombie apocalypse."

She picked up the silverware placed beside the plate, her fingers trembling slightly—not from fear, but from nervous excitement.

With a deep breath, she gently cut into the foie gras. The knife glided through effortlessly, revealing a silky, pinkish center that oozed rich juices.

She lifted a small, perfect slice with her fork, raised it slowly—

—and paused, hovering just before her lips.

Admiring the perfect-looking foie gras, she hesitantly inquired to Ainsworth, "Can I really eat this?"