The Military Chef of a Ruined World - Chapter 84.2

Have you ever thought what would happen if a character comes to life? And that character was from the novel that you have made. But that wasn't all. The only emotion that the character felt was resentment. It wants to kill you.Read this novel to find more. Join him, now her, in her journey.Extra Tags:- Gender Bender, Female Protagonist, Harem, Bottom ProtagonistNote: This world has troupe similar to ABO setting. The Protagonist is O whereas, the heroines are A. That means down the line, the protagonist would be pregnant.P.S: All the images are AI generated.

After crossing over into the game world he had played before, Su Nan finds himself as a nobleman who has lost his title. At this time, the continent is still a barren wasteland of elements; powerful wizards abandoned this world a thousand years ago to explore the multiverse, becoming little more than elusive legends.Only Su Nan knows that, a thousand years later, the elements will revive, the wizards will return, and the continent is about to enter a prosperous era of magic.So, his task is quite simple: work hard to cultivate and become a wizard, surviving until the age of wizards arrives!“Resource-poor?”“There’s nothing for it; I’ll just have to synthesize everything myself.”Su Nan opens the synthesis cube. This is the story of a traveler with a player panel and a synthesis cube, leveraging a slight advantage of foresight to make a name for himself in a foreign world.

This is a story of crime, scandal, and romance.

It is the 49th year of Konoha, and the Uchiha clan massacre is only seven years away.A set of women's clothing that accelerates training when worn.A Zanpakutō that grants invincibility upon releasing its Bankai.In this urgent and chaotic time, Qing Chuan has been transported to this world.To survive, he has no choice but to don women's clothes and speed up his training.While training, he meets Itachi Uchiha. To hide his identity and avoid suspicion, he takes on the alias Haruko.In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed...