Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots - Chapter 1372 - 199, Tao Hua Matchmaker_2

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

Yang Feng somehow transmigrated into a different world and received a legacy of an ‘ancient high tech’ family, which does not directly raise his power, but gives him the technology to build things which are way more advanced than the seemingly medieval world.

[Successfully enhanced the Golden Snake Sword. The Winged Serpent Empress has been summoned.]

The Winged Serpent Empress said, “Master, please give the orders!”

[Successfully enhanced the Demonic Soul Armor.]

Zhou Han exclaimed, “Demon Princess, please don’t possess me!”

[Successfully enhanced the skill ‘Evil Light Ghost Queen Slash’. The Succubus Ghost Queen has been summoned.]

A Ghost Queen? With enough guts, Zhou Han could make the female ghost go on maternity leave.

Zhou Han astonishingly discovered that he awakened the only SSS rank talent in the universe: Infinite Enhancement. He was overpowered.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor.
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽”

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