The world is a vast ocean of nothingness. The world is a tiny speck of dust in the ocean.

Above the heavens, the abyss looms, beneath the dark moon, heretics gaze. Ancient beings forge ahead, illuminating the path of ascension with the candlelight of civilization. Martial arts, remnants of the mind, and the commandments; natural disasters, immortal insects, and truth... The world is full of dangers, but it also holds equal opportunities and fortuitous encounters.

Chu Hengkong stepped into the Endless Dust Island. He had no intention of becoming a god, but only wanted to dominate himself in the troubled times.

——He wants to use his tentacles to strangle fate by the throat!

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[Urban Slice of Life][Romance][Light Novel][Healing][Not a Satisfying Story][Happy Ending]

When all the conflict came to an end, the boy who slew the dragon became the greatest threat.

The first thing Luo Yan's former beloved did after ascending the throne was to force him to fake his death, retire, and sign an agreement.

...

Until one day, that girl who used to talk nonsense all day long suddenly transformed into a radiant saint, and told you that she was actually the most popular awakened one in the world, while holding a stack of banknotes and saying, "Brother, you smell so good."

His former sworn enemy, a woman, quietly entered his life. "Now that we are no longer enemies, it's time for her to look back at me."

When the white moonlight who had once treated him as a pawn turned back and begged him for forgiveness, Luo Yan gently waved his hand:

"The prosperous era has already come as you wished, so stop dreaming about me."

In another virtual world, there lives a game-playing gourmet who changes the world. His creations are guaranteed to be classics. The eggs in his fried rice are phoenix eggs, the rice in his braised rice is Qin Shi Huang's rice, and the meat filling in his steamed buns is made from ice silkworm meat. His creations have strict rules. If I don't let you eat it, you can't eat it. Even if you can eat it, it depends on his mood; if he's in a bad mood, you still can't eat it. Every day, his creations cause a frenzy, with even female celebrities camping out, and flying swords and spaceships deployed just for that one exquisite taste experience. —He is the devilish chef who wields an iron wok, inspiring both love and hate.

In the bustling tavern, a bard sang the legend of a dragon-slaying hero by the fire, while several adventurers gathered together to play monster cards. Mali finished the remaining capsule coffee in his thermos and said to the half-elf girl beside him, "Let's go, it's time to go," the kind waitress warned. "But there's a group of vicious snake-men bandits lurking on the road ahead. Why don't you wait a little longer? The Baron is already recruiting mercenaries." "No problem, we'll drive."