Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God - Chapter 42 - 39 Becoming a Cook for Gnolls_1

What to Expect: - Fast-paced Action and LitRPG Progression, System, Monster Taming, Skill Copy and Fusion, Crafting, with Dungeon and Other Worlds Exploration. - Constellations based on all sorts of both Historical and Mythological figures. - A colorful cast of side characters full of life, the original Protagonist changes and becomes a better person. - A smart MC that abuses her knowledge of the story to become REALLY OP. - A story that doesn’t go by the script, the butterfly effect the character creates affects the story and doesn’t leave it as it was supposed to be, unlike many other similar stories. - 3 ~ 7 Chapters a week, almost daily updates until I can’t. 1800 ~ 3000+ Words per chapter, usually. No part of this work may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a review. This novel is also being posted on Scribblehub and Webnovel (for free). If you see it anywhere else, please let me know. Thank you.

He was about to join the beta test on the newest VR games, Second World.

But an anomaly threw him into a world with familiar rules, a rule he usually only experienced in a game.

Now he must use his past gaming experience in this new world.

It was no longer a game, it was survival! A strive to reach the highest level possible.

Equipped with dual-class of melee and magic user, John was set on the path to become the strongest character in this brave new world.

“We campaigned for a century, prevailing against all obstacles. The sole exception being the Marshal, who could not be defeated…… the military fame of the Marshal endures, yet the Alliance has been utterly crushed. From this day forth, all the glory belongs to the Marshal, himself.”

As the Alliance government that stood for a thousand years crumbled, the Galactic Empire rose into power. The supreme military leader of the Alliance, Gavin Silla, refused to surrender and chose to fight to the death for his nation.

“Your Majesty, in the Age of Old Earth, mint blossoms were believed to be an omen for reunion. In the language of flowers, it means—

—hoping to see you once more.”

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