MTL - The Valiant Farmgirl’s Blackhearted Husband Wants a Hug - Chapter 45 45 Toon tree

[ You have prepared a Mythical-class Ember-fang meal. All party members receive +40% Fire Resistance and +25% Attack! ]Ezra was a NEET for four years before he finally got off his ass and booked a flight to do something with his life. That dream died when the plane crashed. Before he knew it, he was reborn into a strange new land.Stranger yet, he was a... frontier chef? In a world full of monsters the size of buildings?!Fortunately, his cooking skills were a lot more useful than they sounded. His knife skills could carve through monster hide, while his newfound fire magic burned stronger as he leveled up.Not to mention, the meals he cooked gave out insane buffs and passives! Maybe this class wasn't as bad as he thought.With a class like this, he was sure he could make it to the very top of the food chain!But of course the food chain had teeth of its own.Turns out, factions wanted his cooking for their wars, monster lords saw him as property, and more than a few dangerous women wanted him for reasons that had nothing to do with his food.The deeper he pushed into the frontier, the more he realized this world's ecosystem was bigger, older, and hungrier than anything he was ready for.Worse yet, what kind of chef is expected to go on Mythical-class monster hunts!?

Amidst a disaster, an orphan contracts a sickness.

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

Soaking in lava, sleeping in an Ancient Killing Formation;

Traversing alternative worlds in a heavy armored vehicle;

Riding a Gundam Sentinel and slaying immortals with Godzilla...

I got myself a stat system, and from then on, I only beefed up my defense!

I just can't help it, I'm afraid of pain! The Daluo Golden Immortals of other worlds are all really fierce, and all of them know super ultimate move with infinite power. They have little meetings every day to discuss how to break through my defense.

I really don't know why they're so obsessed...XD