MTL - Age of Elves: God-Level Landing - Chapter 23

After spending half a year in the province, Cheng Yang took a luxurious cruise for seven days.
Accidentally hooked up with a CEO on the way.

Later, Cheng Yang found out that he was pregnant.
Just as Cheng Yang was preparing to secretly give birth to the baby, it was a coincidence that he fell asleep in the big president’s bed.

It’s impossible to run with the ball, his man is handsome and rich.
Must cling tightly and can’t be torn down.

- Description from Novelupdates

The salaryman who had a dream of becoming a CEO has finally succeeded.

However…

There was no one. No one was around to celebrate his success. Then on his first day of work, news of the death of a former colleague that he had laid off came. Additionally, his family left him, who was only concerned about the company.

The life he thought was right crumbled right in front of him. Where the heck did it all go wrong? Then, another opportunity came for Han Yoo-hyun, who had plunged down into despair.

This time, for sure. He was going to live properly. He was going to change it all with his whole being. The new life that Han Yoo-hyun was creating.

That valued life that will outshine any other is unfolding now!

“In a land far to the east, there exists a strange store that has rejected a three Michelin star rating multiple times.

The prices are expensive. A combo set of soup and egg fried rice costs 288 RMB. Oh, I forgot it also includes a side dish of pickles. Even so, very many people line up to wait.

That place does not accept reservations. It only lets in people who are waiting in line there. Countless people make special trips to line up there. Of course, there’s nowhere to park planes or cars.

Their service is so terrible, the customers have to serve their own dishes and grab their own bowls and chopsticks, and they even have to wipe down their own tables! God, the boss is simply crazy.”

—《 Michelin Gourmet Magazine》

- Description from Novelupdates

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?