Demon hunter's Cooking Manual - Chapter 1284 - 32: Guests Arrive

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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Monsters appear frequently, instances are everywhere!When various classes shine brightly, Li Haotian awakens to what everyone considers the most useless Illusion God class—the Mechanic!But what others don't know is that Li Haotian's Mechanic can unlock a special talent every ten levels![Unlimited Ammo]When others are cautiously navigating instances, Li Haotian is already surrounded by countless Superpower Mechanical creations—Gatling guns, Rocket Cannons, bombers, Wolverines, Terminators, intercontinental missiles, Aircraft Carriers...and, unlimited ammo![God's Eye View]While others are carefully exploring the enemy's situation, Li Haotian is eating hotpot and watching the enemy gradually fall into the encirclement of the superpower army, grinning.[Air Drop Support]When the enemy is playing outdated tactics like blitzkrieg and encircling points to reinforce, Li Haotian remains calm, pointing to the sky—the superpower army instantly descends thousands of miles away, covering the skies of Sakura Country!Abyss Dungeon, Slaughter Dungeon, large group instances, international war instances... Li Haotian sneers and goes alone.Because, I alone, can rival a million troops!

The reborn Prince Hechingen of the Swabian branch of the Hohenzollern family, sees the situation in Europe, and the war is about to start, so Europe doesn’t wait. Enclosure in East Africa, immigration development, and agricultural foundation, step by step, with the help of the crisis to achieve industrialization.

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Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.