The Military Chef of a Ruined World - Chapter 95.1

What if you had a system that could rewrite reality itself?Lucius transmigrated to this new world with his amazing system that let him hacks any beast but because of his arrogance, he was chased and sealed by people who were jealous of his talent.Fortunately, Lucius had created a new body with his system. With this new body he vowed to be secretive and also become the strongest by using his system that can hack everything even making his beautiful enemies into his beasts.Erase a rival’s talent? Done.Enhance an ordinary beast to perfection? Easy.Rewrite a noble’s fate? Child’s play.Making Villainess into his slave? Perfect ending.With his loyal slaves, a growing arsenal of hacked abilities, and also his devious mind, Lucius sets out to dominate everything. But as he reshapes the world to his will, he can not hide forever so can he remain in the shadows long enough to achieve his ultimate goal?Enter a world where reality bends to one man’s will. In a world ruled by power, Lucius doesn’t just win. He rewrites the game.Unleash the System. Rewrite Fate. Dominate All.

Jiang Siyu and Bo Shiyan entered into a marriage agreement to divorce after 99 times.On the last occasion, Jiang Siyu wanted to have a child with the man, but he remembered the count and directly presented the divorce agreement.Jiang Siyu was stunned. Looking back at the three years of marriage, she had been obedient to him, yet she couldn't melt his icy heart.Fine, they had their fun, so divorce it is.After all, men don't age well, so it's not a bad deal for the white moonlight!Jiang Siyu chose to leave with nothing and disappeared.Five years later, she returned dominantly with her child, with all her secrets exposed.The man cornered her on the bed, “The Bo family has had only sons for ten generations, thanks for gifting me with twins...”Jiang Siyu didn't quite understand what Mr. Bo meant by this.

Killed in the apocalyptic world and reborn as his 18 year old self, Luke Greyson was given a second chance at life. A second chance to change everything and save his loved ones. With the knowledge of upcoming apocalypse, he will fight and kill to survive and to save his loved ones. From mediocrity, he will rise to become the strongest war god and feared by gods and devils alike.

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They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.