Fairy Tail: I Don't Want to Be the Guild Master - Chapter 302: Don’t Move Your Hands

Bai Ye traveled to a very strange world where food is the sky and became a chef. He thought it would still be an ordinary life, but he slowly discovered how strange things always came in in this world.

What the hell is a gourmet cell?

What happened to Totsuki Academy?

Are the legendary kitchen utensils true or false?

Even the Sword Art Online Food Hunter version has come out, what kind of trouble do you want to make…

Although I feel that few people read it, I still set up a book friend group, welcome to join the home cook, group number: 553438462

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Guan Dounan traveled to the world of Conan, and unexpectedly found that he had a stand-in “King of Comedy” and became a stand-in messenger. However, this double actually looks exactly the same as that “little black”?

As the so-called stand-in messenger will attract each other, Conan is the stand-in messenger, Xiao Ai is the stand-in messenger, Kidd is the stand-in messenger, Xiao Lan… Oh, she doesn’t have a stand-in, but she has double A.

In addition to this, there are many stand-in messengers who choose to embark on the path of crime, and it is time to count their sins.

“Little guy, your ability is the most useless!”

“I understand, the ability of gin! It’s…”

“Yahahahah, it’s a stand-in of the same type as my comedy king.”

“Senior Guan! Hurry up and think of a way to use your invincible stand-in!”

“I Guan Dounan just want to live a peaceful life…”

(Original stand-in, based on the world view of Conan, the characters in jojo will occasionally make cameos)

(On the basis of the original case, the magic change is not limited to the pure stand-in ability, but also has supernatural, demon, and superpower elements. In short, it is metaphysics to the end.)

(Slow heat, although it sounds weird to say this, but in the early stage, I mainly laid various foreshadowings, so it will look a little dull)

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I was the Pope.I had ten years to save the world from destruction.I came close to death many times, saved the world, and finally returned to Earth…[Warning! If you do not reach the target number of believers within 90 days, your system will be reset!]“…Excuse me?”“What?”“…I’ve come to tell you about the good news of our Lord.”

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”