The Chef Rules the Last Days - Chapter 115 - 112: Want a Son or Oil?

“Dragon-riding” Prince Craft returned to the imperial capital after traveling around. Refraining from his coronation, he received marriage proposals from each country.

Although Craft dislikes marriage, he established the “Bride Training Department” and he will marry the woman who remained at last. If it’s done at all, it’s fascinating!

In front of Craft who volunteered to be the lecturer and the referee of this training department, each lovely and perfect bride appeared one after another!

A positive female pervert-like cousin, a glamorous beast girl, a black-haired swordsman with ponytail, a blond small breasted princess and a tanned and lively girl with big breasts. These 5 girls approach Craft! A expressionless maid and a brave loli halfsister join the tumult, too!

Who does the Dora Prince choose!? How about all of them! This is the start of a harem, romantic and comedy story!!

Zixu woke up to find himself in the world of *Naruto*.Too weak to survive? No problem—he has the Kaido template.Unfamiliar with the *Naruto* world and clueless about ninjutsu? No worries—devouring Sarutobi Hiruzen's soul will take care of that.Caught in the constant battles between ninja villages and struggling to protect himself? Simple—just start his own teaching faction.Lacking manpower? Short on talent? Easy—swing the hoe well, and no corner is too deep to dig.

In an unexpected accident, Davis Allen had lost his legs, his freedom and his position as the heir of the Allen family. His life became lonely and frozen but a forced union With Jessica Brown became a turning point.... Jessica Brown, an unloved and unwanted daughter is traded to marry a crippled in place of her half sister and the future of the company while the perpetrators' will have to sit back and enjoy the glory....Why should it be so? Why does she have to bear the suffering when she is the elusive Doctor Sica, the famous Lady Bright and the unparalleled stock god ...

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.