Alpha Culinary Love - Chapter 181 Midnight Omelets & Petty Insults

5 years after the world changed, the final boss appeared.

The top five players in the world, including Specter Seo Jun-ho, finally defeated the Frost Queen…

But they fell into a deep slumber.

25 years passed.

“A second floor? It didn’t end when the Frost Queen died?

Specter awakes from his slumber.

To this day, Associate Professor Li is still somewhat puzzled.Why has the Immortal Cultivation Realm changed so much in just a hundred years?Looking at the new Sword Sect elective textbook on the table, Li became more silent.[Chapter 1, Introduction to Sword Control Theory][Chapter 2, Maintenance and Care of Qinghe Series Thousand Machines Cruiser][Chapter 3, Postpartum Care of Sword-Toothed Beasts]......Closing the textbook, Li gave up thinking.But just as he was gathering his teaching materials to go to class, a brick-thick book was thrown in through the window.'You Let Me Enter the Sword Sect'Looking at this broken book, Associate Professor Li Guanqi recalled the afternoon he brought Zhang Ze into the Sword Sect.

For the crimes he commited, Theo was executed by the exile to the outlands, beyond the limits of human civilization, where the S-rank monsters reigned supreme.Yet, rather than feeling despair, guilt or anything else... Theo was excited.He had no memory of comitting any of the crimes he was sentenced for. Or, to be more precise, he had no memory of doing anything in this world other than sitting in the prison-coach as it drove to the edge of the civilization.And how could he not, with the system prompt hanging out in the corner of his vision, promising to activate only once he set foot in the outlands?Turn the world into blocks... and mine them out. Craft whatever your heart desire. Construct, automate, explore and exploit!But when you hear the boss music kick in...Do you run, or do you stand your ground and fight?!And what if, while you play minecraft... Others play game of thrones?

[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.