MTL - I am a Chef in the Modern Era - Chapter 67 Colorful cocktails

Died in the end times war, reborn as a commoner’s daughter in an ancient official’s family. The family scheming belongs to others, the fighting for favor belongs to others. Li Xia’s daily routine is just asking for monthly allowances from her auntie to spend on eating, drinking, watching opera, and living a carefree life.

After accidentally saving someone during the Lantern Festival, Li Xia’s carefree life is gone. During the day, she is a young lady of an official’s house who does not step out of the main or secondary gates, at night, she turns into a righteous hero who punishes villains and eliminates evils.

He transmigrated and got a system but Lin Feng’s pressure is as big as a mountain.

Ray, a super nerd virgin otaku student was transmigrated into a game based on galge.

“Ding, please prevent the main heroines from falling in love with the protagonist

Rewards: Elementary Cooking skills.

Penalty: The host will lose his house and all his property.”

Wait, WHAT THE HECK!!!

I don't want all of this, please return me to my old world!!

“Ding, It was indicated that the host wants to reject the mission. Reject the mission and immediately gain the penalty Y/N”

NOOOOOOOO, What in the seven hell has I did to ever deserve this thing!!!

Follow the journey of Ray and the absurdity of the system in this story.

Other tags:

Beast taming, School life, R-18, MILF, Weak to strong, Yandere, Evolution, Annoying system, Super annoying system, Super super annoying system don't complain you have been warned.

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”