MTL - Marriage of the Di Daughter - Chapter 220 Love

[Food+daily+warmth+dining+funny]

Obtain the God of Cooking system, start by setting up a stall and selling rice bowls, and become the God of Cooking in China!

“His chicken drumstick rice is so delicious! I want to eat it again!”

“I’ve never had such authentic sweet and sour pork, it’s amazing!”

“Cheng Guan! City Guan, why are you waiting in line too?!”

Urban Guan: “Anjing, it’s hard to get here in line. Do you know how difficult it is to eat his rice bowl!”

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The kind-hearted boy Suzuki was supposed to use his cheat ability to be “unconditionally loved by the local race” and enjoy a peaceful slow life in another world… or so he thought.

However, due to a small mistake by a goddess, he was actually reincarnated into a bloody, end-of-the-century world where humans were being destroyed by demons, with slaughter and torture everywhere.

Suzuki was in a desperate situation!! …But for some reason, the demons who saw him seemed to be acting a little strange – what could this mean?

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Han Tae-Sung, thought he was talented in video games and dreamt of turning his life around through BNW, but he would soon realize that life was not as easy as he thought it was.

He’s betrayed by his comrades, hunted down by his enemies, and even chased by debts in real life. He lost everything in the blink of an eye and was thrown down a pit of despair.

What stood in his way? Talent, wealth, connections, and luck.

There was simply no way he could win against those born differently no matter how much he struggled.

However, armed with a second chance and a hidden class, Tae-Sung starts from scratch and embarks on a journey to redeem himself and exact revenge against his enemies.

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.