Dragon-san Wants a Friend - Chapter 29: Dragon-san Becomes a Little Girl Part 8

Delicious food and sake.

And if pressed by beautiful girls, shouldn’t you be honest with yourself and make a harem?

That’s the creed of an uncle who was teleported to another world and decided to relax and farm.

He and his brides are very satisfied with the food cooked with Japanese seasonings. The cooking ingredients of that world are delicious but his crops are delicious too.

“Tatsuya-san, do you hate having fun with us?”

“Not at all.”

This is a story of a man spending his time eating delicious food and having fun with girls.

Today’s dragon steak is as delicious as ever.

In the first reincarnation of Earth, the immortals vanished.In the second reincarnation of Earth, the dragon race disappeared.In the third reincarnation of Earth, mankind faced despair.Living in the third reincarnation of Earth, Ding Huan does not want to die.

“A modern online novel writer who had been struggling finds themselves transported into the world of One Piece, becoming a 10-year-old child.After a series of events, Ryuen arrives at Cocoyasi Village. The protagonist possesses the Tori Tori no Mi (Bird-Bird Fruit), Mythical Zoan type, Phoenix form.After undergoing a rebirth (Nirvana), the protagonist's transformation no longer involves turning their hands into wings, and the fruit's power becomes even stronger!From the moment they reach Cocoyasi Village, the protagonist and Nami embark on an adventure, traveling from island to island, indulging in food, drink, and fun. Along the way, they also help the poor by taking from the rich, because, after all, Bellmere’s family is still...”

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”