What a crap group this is! It's been five years and there's not a single member. Apart from the one power-up feature, nothing works. In two years, I could be fighting an alpaca solo...
[There is no CP in the main text/The protagonist of the micro-heartthrob has two forms, sometimes big and sometimes small]
【Currently, Curse Return, Conan, Magic Fast, Wenye】
Let me ask you, what should the God in your heart look like?
Is it a majestic existence sitting high in the sky, looking down at all living beings?
Is he the embodiment of compassion, gentleness, and listening to prayers?
Or is he an eternal observer who is detached from the world and indifferent to the mundane?
No matter what, it shouldn't be this white-haired boy in front of me who is bragging about his tenth bowl of ramen, right?!
When this weird guy who calls himself the "God of Food" stares at you with dead fish eyes, his mouth still stuffed with his fifth bowl of eel rice, he says incoherently:
"Offer to me, and I'll grant you all your wishes... Of course, you have to feed me first."
You'd better think about it seriously, because this may be more troublesome than dealing with cursed spirits, people with special abilities, or serial killers.
After all, he can eat more than just human food.
Cursed power, supernatural powers, or even... concepts?
[Time travel + comedy + no system + multiple female leads + indirect approach to achieving one's goals]
(This story has a lot of funny and romantic slice-of-life moments in the early stages, and it's not just a pure wish-fulfillment story with constant showing off. You can read it if you think it's worth it.)
In the year 1485 of the Solar Calendar, a shocking scandal broke out in the Famia Empire—
That human genius scholar who improved the calculation formula, invented soul-sensing magic, and ended the elves' more than 100-year reign in the "Strongest Magic Brain" competition.
He doesn't know any magic at all; he's a complete low-magic user!
——
Reincarnated into another world, Owen became a useless young nobleman.
Despite lacking magical talent, he unexpectedly discovered that magical theory was quite easy to learn, even less difficult than calculus in his previous life.
"Perhaps I can change my fate through the exam?"
Thus, Owen rekindled his test-taking spirit and gradually emerged on the academic stage as an unconventional genius.
"Orc, so what if you're strong? Can you solve problems as fast as I can?"
"Elf, so what if you have a lot of magic? You'll still beat me on the exam first, won't you?"
"So-called genius is nothing more than one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration."
At the graduation ceremony of Vilia College, outstanding graduate representative Owen delivered a passionate speech on stage:
"Even if I'm just a country bumpkin, I'm determined to go and snag a cabbage in the capital."
“Fira, Tomman, and Rice, who created the magic formula when he was 9 years old because he wanted to get out of school quickly—heroes are as numerous as fish in a river.”
"Please remember the name Owen."
"Because one day, I will, like my predecessors, make it resound throughout the world!"