God of Cooking - Chapter 3 - Back to 7 years ago (3)

Being taken away of all his freedom, Noah was thrown into the jail accused of a murder he hadn't committed.

This incident broke his personality permanently, getting out of the jail Noah started living as a shut-in giving up at everything.

Noah read novels as a mean to pass his time, while reading novels an particular novel caught his eyes, it's name was 'the hero of velveric fights the demon lord'

'It's a harem novel......'

That was what Noah had thought in the beginning but, it all changed at the end of the novel.

'What the Hell's with this crazy novel!'

The protagonist and all his harem members were killed and in the end the demon Lord took over the world.

It was then, after finishing reading the novel, Noah started coughing out blood and succumbed to his lung disease.

Opening his eyes Noah found himself in a body of a 8 year old kid of the Melvix family which appeared in that crazy novel.

He was known as the garbage of the Melvix family by all the knights and family members but that didn't matter to Noah. What matter is that-

'It's impossible to survive in the novel if you are not strong enough......'

Chen Xi was a jinx who radiated misfortune the way a torch radiated light, and everyone around him knew it. His entire clan was annihilated when he was young, and not too long after that his parents disappeared. His marriage contract? Poof. Torn to shreds and gone up in smoke before the eyes of everyone in the city, almost humiliating his grandfather to the point of suicide! Cultivation? No time for that, he had a family to take care of!

This is the story of Chen Xi, a youth forced to stop cultivating and instead craft talismans to pay for his younger brother’s tuition… and who, in the process, would rise to become known by all as the Talisman Emperor!

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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