"That night, the princess was stuck against the wall, and I pulled her out. She then offered to nourish me with elixirs..."

"You agree?"

"How could that be! I, Ding Sui'an, a dignified seven-foot man, would never sell myself for a few pills!" Ding Sui'an took out a Gathering Pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth, saying righteously, "Self-reliance and self-improvement are my bottom line as a person!"

"Then where did you get this Gathering Pill?"

[Interstellar ABO] + [Space] + [Special Abilities] + [Insect-based Cuisine]

[A seemingly innocent and cute, but actually incredibly powerful fighter with a love of food and eight tentacles, a top-tier Zerg uke; and a seemingly aloof, but actually secretly passionate and sarcastic, all-around talented, and excellent cook, a Cedar-type mutant uke.]

Mi Yao, a top-tier insect, spent three years lying in a garbage dump on a wasteland planet in search of delicious food, almost drying into a piece of cured meat. After receiving help from a pitiful creature, Mi Yao decided to avenge him in return.

After slaughtering a group of people and setting off, he discovered halfway through that this star cluster not only had delicious low-level Zerg, but also unusually fragrant large cedar trees.

However, Da Xuesong had a cold personality, so Mi Yao decided to break up with him.

A general from a certain empire brought over a table of delicious food: "Will you get married?"

Mi Yao, swallowing hard: ... (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly.)

This article is also known as "108 Ways to Cook the Zerg".

PS: The protagonist is a special-grade insectoid, not human, with eight tentacles, a body resembling silver-blue jelly, and a pair of large, seemingly transparent and beautiful but actually very sturdy wings.

My husband is a pine needle mutant; if he shakes, the needles could kill you.

Futaba Teiming, a mere ordinary book, was forced to shoulder the heavy responsibility of upholding the cultural heritage and saving the world. Meanwhile, this literary giant, transformed into a psychic, found himself in a patchwork world dominated by blood and fire. The literary world was barren, the flowers of literature withered, and even a single seedling could not be pulled out of the vast fields. Looking at his overflowing bookshelves of classics from otherworldly worlds, Futaba Teiming rolled up his sleeves and struck out on his own, exploring the corners of various houses. Here, he picked up a retired Tounosuke, there, a newly minted gravity user, and even loosened the soil for an amnesiac French beauty stranded in Yokohama, ready to dig into his own vegetable garden. Here, he brainwashed the most powerful Rokugan about the benefits of a job change, while there, he recommended Human Observation to the world's number one detective. Mr. Akagi, if you're passing by, please stay. I see you have extraordinary talent. Please be sure to take advantage of my hundred tips on writing and controlling your emotions. Hey, friends, have you read "Rashomon"? Have you heard of "No Longer Human"? My house is large and full of books; I guarantee everyone will agree. If supernatural powers can't save the world, then join me in literature. ...And then—that was the golden age of literature, a time of radiant splendor, a time of yearning and yearning for countless generations to come. It was a literary world teeming with genius, a world brimming with stars, where ideas collided through writers' pens, illuminating the eternal night. It was a desolate, dry, and shattered world, ultimately saved by literature. Notes: 1. Saving is difficult, no knife, no glass, no pain, just a sweet treat. 2. Please do not mention other articles below this one, and please do not mention my articles below other articles. Thank you for your cooperation. 3. Updates will be made before 9 PM every night. If something comes up, I will ask for leave in the comments section or with a leave request.

Take a bowl, fill it with soil, count one, two, three, four, five. Plant a toad and it becomes a train, plant a soybean and it becomes a tiger. Cultivate a skillful craft, enjoy a lifetime of happiness without suffering. There are 360 ​​paths in life, but who rules each road? That carpenter is skilled, his ink lines divide yin and yang with a flick of his finger, his mortise and tenon joints subdue the eight directions. This blacksmith is capable, his furnace roars with iron fire, his hammer strikes a thousand times, splitting dawn and dusk. There's also a tailor with great ambition, his every thread shaping the world, his needle determining yin and yang. And then there's the cook with a ruthless heart, his iron stove burning like hell, his blade wielding wind and thunder, his bones as fuel. In Wansheng Prefecture, a thousand people, a thousand faces, ten thousand lives, ten thousand changes. Zhang Laifu stands in the sea of ​​people, laughing triumphantly, "Come on, follow me and enjoy happiness!"

Please have a sweet and sour pork flavored mini cake~

[Cursed Episode + First-Person Perspective + Flower-Planting Rabbit + Friendship-Oriented, No Romance + Heaven and Curse + Mainly Slice of Life]

[The main character is male! A purebred male!!!]

My name is Jiang Yunqi. I am an ordinary flower-planting sorcerer who was forced to go to Japan as an exchange student after a mistake.

On my first day in Japan, I thought I should settle down properly, but one of my travel companions insisted on getting into a fight with me.

I decided to fight, but I think I went too far and accidentally made him cough up blood.

I scratched my face guiltily, noticing that his white hair had been dyed bright red.

Oh no, this kid didn't sign a liability waiver!

*

Having been in Japan for who knows how many days, I sighed silently while holding the mountain of reports, but something still felt off.

Wait a minute, has the Japanese sorcery community violated the "International Sorcery Uniform Agreement Act"?

Never mind, let's preserve the evidence first.

*

Two years and five months after arriving in Japan, I finally succumbed to the torment of rotten oranges, vomited blood, and collapsed to the ground.

Are you trying to make fun of me because I'm Japanese?

Upon waking up, I showed no mercy and, armed with the evidence I had gathered over the past two years, sued the Curse Supervision Association in the International Court of Justice for Curses.

The evidence was true, and the rotten oranges soon received news of a forced rectification.

With the starter trio becoming the starter family, the "iron rice bowl" (guaranteed job) for oranges (a type of Japanese anime/manga) has been lost.

The students at the college were all shocked.

Wait, their good days have just begun?

*

An interview many years later.

Reporter on the scene: "Mr. Jiang Yunqi, how did you manage to suppress the rotten oranges in one fell swoop?"

Faced with this question, I swallowed the sweet and sour pork in my mouth and fell into deep thought.

"Perhaps...because I understand the law?"

——

Mine clearance at the end of Chapter 1

[No heroine][Undead][Power][Struggle][Funny] [Farming style][Possibly with group portraits, but unlikely with group portraits]

As soon as the Skeleton King entered the tavern, he attracted everyone's attention.

Someone shouted: "Yohoo! Your Majesty, where did you get rich?"

The Skeleton King did not answer, but just gently put his hat down, took out three copper coins, and said: "Old rules, waiter, two...Pah, 0.2 taels of dark elements..."

When everyone heard this, they felt even poorer, so they laughed and said: "I heard that Your Majesty wants to challenge the Church! Is this true or false?"

The Skeleton King opened his eyes wide: "Can our undead affairs be called fighting? We ask the older generation to educate the young people who have only been in the country for a few hundred years!" Then there were difficult to understand words, such as "bullying the weak with the big" and "respecting the old and loving the young", which made everyone laugh.

The Skeleton King knew he couldn't win the argument, so he took his 0.2 tael of wine and started muttering in a low voice: "This is outrageous! How can citizens mock their king? This is outrageous..." After hearing this, everyone laughed, and the air in the hotel was suddenly filled with joy again.

The low rating is because it's newly released. I'd appreciate book reviews, thank you!

Yi Xiu → Nian Shilan ← An Lingrong, the jealous king of Xiu Bird.

[Rebirth + System + Comedy + Pampered by the Group + Happy Ending for All + Plenty of Sweet Romance]

All the splendor was for naught; Nian Shilan understood too late.

Reborn, the system forces her to warm up two ice holes.

Nian Shilan: Warm it up? Sure, then she'll light the fire herself!

The armor lightly brushed against An Lingrong's cheek, "Why are you trembling, little quail? Do you think I'd eat you?"

“Sister,” the usually timid and innocent girl said, taking the initiative, “as long as I can gain your pity, I would not mind dying.”

"Nian Shilan!" Yixiu pressed closer, "Does this cat dare to extend its claws to other sparrows? Come here, I... will take good care of you."

—— —— ——

[Bird Huayi's age settings are 16, 26, and 36 respectively]

Huayi and Yi finally became a couple, but the little bird is still a younger sister~ Enter at your own risk if you mind!

Daily routine + no system + Alola region

Born in Alola, her traveling Pokémon is Kingler. She's a common Pokémon that can be very strong, and she's striving to become a Water-type Pokémon Master.

Narrator: And there's also an unreliable mom (눈_눈)

Author: You're everywhere, aren't you?

Narrator: I'm leaving right away (>﹏<)

Jock traveled through time, but unfortunately, to the wrong place. After achieving the three major accomplishments of time traveler, homeless person, and high school student, he still had to constantly evade the nagging of the One Who Returns All Things to One. Along the way, he encountered a resurrected fox, a famous detective who vowed to put him in jail, and a variety of other people. Armed with an axe, a greatsword, and a smoldering shotgun, he took a determined step through the neon-lit streets of Tokyo. "You little bitches, don't even think about getting in my way! Kill me!"

Having transmigrated into the body of Hiroshi Nohara's younger brother, a graduate of the University of Tokyo, I was only twenty-five years old when I received an international academic award.

He thought he could sweep through the scientific community with his talent, but he was mercilessly defeated by his five-year-old nephew.

"Uncle doesn't even know Action Kamen, how silly of him—" Shin-chan shook his head and sighed, while the beautiful teachers covered their mouths and chuckled.

Late at night, Nini's mother quietly knocked on the door: "Um... actually, I'm a big fan of your research..."

Suddenly, a shocked gasp came from outside the crack in the door: "Uncle, what's going on?!"