Wandering Meteor - Chapter 559 - 558: Information Vortex Theory

“Destroy this world; let it become your playground of chaos.”With the rich ignoring the poor, the strong bullying the weak, ethical warfare, and countries turning into warzones, Earth was definitely in need of a hero.Aiden Hood was given a chance to become that hero—to rewrite Earth, to prepare them for the coming invasion, to cleanse the Earth of its inhabitants.Who knew a normal teenage high school kid could create such an apocalypse? Earth's number one most hunted apocalypse boss.————#Yes there's smut: I mean MC doesn't have those man stuffs for nothing.#Romance: not good at but there abit.#Oh yes, definitely gamelike mechanics and blood pumping fight scenes. You'll enjoy it but not when you're reading this synopsis, go read already.

[Short Story] [Food Writing] [Sweet Little Cake] One day Ding Sha got transmigrated into a book, with a baby of unknown parentage in her belly.

Upon closer look, the baby turned out to be the male lead from a previous angsty novel she read.

A poor little thing unloved by his parents.

So impoverished that her stomach rumbled, but armed with superb cooking skills, she transformed herself from Ding Sha into the boxed lunch beauty at the construction site.

Kung pao chicken, garlic baby bok choy, spicy pork belly, tossed noodles – she cooked up a storm.

Before the construction workers could feel the stirrings of spring in their hearts, the baby’s father suddenly appeared.

Jun, carrying a travel bag stuffed full of cash, squatted outside the door gazing longingly at Ding Sha’s slightly bulging belly.

“Wife…I’m back…”

A 1v1 sweet doting story without abuse, a light and fluffy little sweet cake, safe for consumption.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.