The Chef Rules the Last Days - Chapter 472 - 470: Hotel

End-time divine doctor An Ning never expected that at the moment of her death, she would enter a cliché ancient romance novel. Even less did she expect that after entering it, she would be assassinated every day by the crazy male lead!...Prince: Is the princess dead?Servant: Reporting to the prince, after the princess fell into the water, she unexpectedly saved the little prince, and now the emperor is about to reward her!Prince: ......Prince: Is the princess dead?Servant: Reporting to the prince, at the palace banquet, the princess blocked a sword for the empress, and the empress bestowed upon her a death-free gold token.Prince: ......Prince: Is the princess dead?Servant: Reporting to the prince, the princess jumped off the city wall in place of Miss Bai, leaving no whole body, and her bones were burned and scattered.On that day,Xiao Jingxing saved his white moonlight but slaughtered a city for An Ning!...Many years later, a peerless divine doctor appeared in the martial world, exceptionally beautiful and astonishing the world!...The male lead initially has a white moonlight, and genuinely attempts to kill the female lead. The female lead has a special constitution that allows wounds to self-heal, so she cannot be killed. After the female lead leaves the male lead, she lets herself free, leading to the male lead's courtship inferno!The novel focuses on satisfying plot twists, but does not rule out emotional pain, readers with a fragile heart, beware.The ending is happy, with a promise of no unfinished plots.

“The civilians here are not simple, they are cunning, they are greedy, they are tyrannical.”

“The nobles here are not noble, they are selfish, they are arrogant, they are insidious.”

“I used to be angry about this, but now I pity them. This is a dark world. Since they were born, they have not had the opportunity to choose another life. Now it is up to me to give them.”

“I will bring food and clothing to them, and then they will have morality. I will bring comfort to them, and then they will have faith. I am a traveler from a distant world, and I will bring the fire of civilization to In this dark and wild place, I know I am doing the right thing, eradicating famine, driving out disease, suppressing crime, ending war, and giving anyone who wants a change a second chance.”

“Then, kill all those idiots who are shameless.”

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A Professional Transmigrator meets a newbie Regressor.

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He lived an average, fulfilling life and died of old age. The next moment, he opened his eyes as the Princess of Asmaria.

While looking forward to his new life, he died again.

And so began his 151,897,914th life as Samur Eckart.

Samur is a Professional Transmigrator- or so he says so, as he gets transmigrated into a new world every time he dies.

However, each time, his memories return only moments before his death. If he successfully survives, he gets to live that life, if he dies, well, he just moves on to his next moment of death.

Once again on the verge of death as Samur, he’s saved at the last moment by a young boy.

Surprise, surprise, the young boy is a Regressor.

As a man of honour, Samur intends to repay his debt then leave because the world is too inconvenient to live in.

Well, that’s what he thought, at least, but the Regressor and his friends are kind of… weird, and he can’t seem to get away at all?

However, not everything is as it seems. Samur’s whims have made him the part of an eternal lie.

Shadows dance in glee as they concoct a requiem far grander than anyone can imagine, while the Lights tremble in delight as the apocalypse threatens the Universe.

The dies have been cast, the play has been written, the characters are on the stage, and the sacrifices have been made.

And so, it’s finally time to let this game begin.

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.