Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers - Chapter 37: How Are You To Hit ME?

On a sunny afternoon, Kael finally received the long-awaited admission letter and came to Hogwarts, this millennium-old prestigious school.Dumbledore: Kael is a good child who is upright, brave, kind, and sincere.Professor McGonagall: What the Headmaster said is right, Kael never violates the school rules.Snape: Ah yes yes yes...Quirrell originally thought so too, until one day, he pushed open the trapdoor and jumped into a room full of Chomping Cabbage...

slum kitchens to royal banquets, he turns anything edible into a dish that can heal, buff, or embarrass the hell out of arrogant nobles.Armed with knives sharper than a knight's sword and recipes more dangerous than a mage's spell, he leaves a trail of awestruck patrons, jealous chefs, and confused warriors in his wake. Husbands flock to him, leaving their wives wondering if they have a secret family. Monsters tremble at the thought of landing on his hot grill, while mages fume over the man who drank a lemonade and shot out a fireball the size of a meteor.His dishes are more potent than a god's blessing… because in this world, the right meal can change everything.00000Basic Info: Lukas gains a SSS rank talent named Divine Chef. It enables him to give magical effects to every single thing he cooks. It could be stat increases, skills and more. Along with this, he also receives a skill that allows him to cultivate crops. Using a regular potato, he can grow magical ones infused with mana, which with further enhance the dishes he makes.

All Pete wanted was to be buried in wine grapes. Was that too much to ask?Now he's in a fantasy world, far from home, and stuck underground in the body of a smelly dwarf with fantastic facial hair. The worst part though? The swill that the dwarves are falling all over themselves to drink. Its flat, it's watery, and it has the alcohol content of a rancid coconut. Can Pete save the dwarves from their own Sour fate, or will he be forever doomed to plink his pickaxe away in hopes that he hits the mother lode. Come for the cozy fantasy, stay for the beer puns that will leave you hop-ping mad! A bubbly slice of life LitRPG with love, laughter, and a little melancholy, just like drinking a bottle of Whitbier on the beach. Has some monster fights but no real gore. No elves or harems allowed.

To exist in a certain place, at a certain time—it's always either by chance, or by choice.But sometimes,There is a third force.One that doesn't ask.One that doesn't explain.It simply places you—wherever it wants.Arséne had always been dragged into places he never chose.Situations he never asked for.Realities he never belonged to.And when, at last, he decided to act on his own terms—To take the initiative,To move first,To choose…He simply died.