I Got Famous Making Cooking Livestreams In Space

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Transmigration

Lin Ning went through the hospital’s discharge procedures in its spacious and bright hall. 

“Hi, here’s my Interstellar ID.” Lin Ning handed a card over to the robot on duty.
“I’d like to be discharged.”

“Hello, Mister Lin Ning.
Congratulations on your full recovery.
I will send a list of precautions you should take note of after being discharged to your personal account, so please make sure to check your inbox.
If you have any queries, or feel any discomfort, feel free to contact us anytime…” The robot typed furiously on the keyboard as it answered.
As expected of a robot in the future— even their voices were perfect imitations of humans. 

Lin Ning nodded, and after paying his fees left the place with a newly-bought medical box in hand.

There were a lot of young patients in this hospital, and young people loved gossip the best: the hottest word of mouth was that Ward Six was occupied by some D-list celebrity a while ago.
But this wasn’t the twenty-first century— even though it’s been a while since Lin Ning transmigrated, he hadn’t been bothered by a single busybody.
This era’s laws were great when it came to protecting one’s privacy and likeness rights; next to nobody dared to snoop about their idol’s private life.

You see, Lin Ning was said D-list celebrity: hospitalized for attempted suicide. 

But it was unavoidable that there’d be people secretly watching him, pointing, whispering in groups.
Nosey ones weren’t there everyday— what was ironic was the omnipresence of onlookers. 

“Hey, hey, have you guys ever seen that super popular idol trainee challenge reality show? Isn’t that Li Ning? The guy who got into the top ten?!!”

“Oh, my god.
It really is him! I can’t believe he’s shameless enough to appear in public.
I used to be crazy about that show— my number one god Jiang Feng made his debut there and carried his group! That show’s godly: every single trainee who participated is really famous now, ‘cept for that disgusting Lin Ning!”

“Right, right.
I thought he wouldn’t dare take a step out of his house after the incident.
Looks like he’s got quite a backbone…”

“Huh? But Lin Ning seems pretty well-mannered, and he looks good, too…”

“Huh.
You don’t keep up with these things, so you wouldn’t know.
I’ll give you the keywords, so go look up all the filthy things Lin Ning’s done!”

Lin Ning vaguely heard the discussing voices, stopped in his tracks, and continued on in large strides.
His stomach was growling.
The hospital’s diet plan really tested his taste buds, and it was first priority that he returned home to whip something up.

At that moment, a small emergency airship whizzed past him and landed steadily by the hospital’s main entrance.
Doctors swarmed out the airship, and soon after the hospital’s director and chiefs came rushing out the entrance— everybody on site seemed highly experienced.
Then flew in yet another emergency airship.
Something urgent was going on.
Bystanders cried out in alarm.

What kind of big shot do they need to have over there to cause such a huge scene?

Lin Ning rubbed his deflated tummy and left without so much as looking back.
It wasn’t like that big shot had anything to do with him, anyway.

　　*

The auto-lights flicked on the moment he got home and the home robot already had a bath drawn for him.
Lin Ning took a quick shower, taking care to keep his wrists covered, then changed into pajamas.
He laid on the bed, thinking about how unreal his situation still felt.

To put it simply, he transmigrated into the future.
This body shared the same name as he did, but had the identity of a fallen idol.
He clearly had the looks and the skills when he first made his debut after the reality programme— no doubt a star of tomorrow.
But the dirt on him was everywhere: a scandal with the director, painfully cringey acting skills, a singing voice that sounded as if his throat had been stepped on.
He was met with a lot of online criticism, and after his contract was terminated, his debts became ungodly.
There was nowhere left to go, so he slit his wrists.
Then Lin Ning ended up here.

Tch.
Isn’t that a little too intense? Lin Ning thought.

He was, originally, a perfectly good civilian of the twenty-first century.
As the son of a state banquet chef, even though he had zero self-discipline, he did pick up lots of good culinary skills.
The original plan was for him to walk the path of the gourmet— a bright, beautiful future.
But then he died recording some food documentary, and when he woke up, he was in this future world.

Wow, life sure is unpredictable

[Ding dong, the Delicacy Promotion System at your service! Hello, Lin Ning.
Is now a good time to chat?] A cheerful electronic tune popped up in Lin Ning’s head.

[Sure.] The System had already appeared when Lin Ning was in the hospital, and he’d chatted briefly with it then.
[Right, you said something about me needing to earn Faith, didn’t you? They can be traded for different types of vegetables, right?]

[That’s right! The future is really unique, you know? Back when humans fled Earth, all flora and fauna went through mass extinction because they couldn’t adapt to outer space.
There was nobody left to preserve our cultures, and by the time humans successfully built this beautiful home of ours, all they had left to eat were nutrient doses.
As time passed, humans forgot about delicacies.
Host, as long as you earn some Faith, you’ll be able to trade them in for corresponding goods and materials.
Your plant powers will grow, too.]

[Powers?] Lin Ning asked curiously.

[In the future, humans experienced mutations upon exposure to radiation, and most evolved to have powers.
Most people received animalistic abilities such as a dog-like sense of smell, a cat-like sense of nimbleness, or leopard-like limb strength.
Some people even use their cute features to become idols.
For example, lots of idols have cute cat ears or rabbit tails, but that’s not important.]

Lin Ning’s eyes began to brighten.

[What’s important is that very few people can completely possess an animal’s form— that’s an S-tier power.
It’s said that the only S-tiers alive today are the Iron Blooded Marshal and the film superstar… but I’ve given you the best privilege: you’re the only one with plant-based healing abilities in this animal-powers world!]

[Me?] Lin Ning blinked, snorting.
[Then shouldn’t my real body be a tree trunk or some magic fungus?]

[As long as you keep earning Faith, Host, you might be able to become a plant some day.]

[…Right.
I’m hungry.] Lin Ning opened the system’s market, eyeing the welcome gift bag.
[System, I’ve checked the kitchen and there isn’t even a cutting knife in there.
Am I allowed to use the cooking utensils in this gift bag? The ingredients, too.]

[Of course! This is a part of the newcomers’ benefits!]

Lin Ning nodded and pulled out an array utensils from the Market.
From the beginners’ ingredient list, he selected the ones required for boiled fish.

He had figured out what he wanted to do for a living while cooped up in the hospital.