MTL - The Correct Way of Face-Slapping in Transmigration - Chapter 165 9.8 Face to Heaven Order

Having being plagued by same dream for the past six years, Chu Yanshen discovered a little boy who looked just like him out of the blue. It was only then did he, Chu Yanshen, learn that he had been deceived by the little lass six years ago…

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[Fishing essay, easy daily essay, welcome to read it]

Chu Mingcheng, who was approaching thirty, encountered a workplace PUA. Not only did he not get paid for working overtime, but the blind date he had arranged to meet also ran away.

Going back to my hometown to relax at the beach, I didn’t expect to find a mountain of Pipi shrimp on the beach, and unexpectedly awakened a golden finger.

[Current unlock capture method: hand, fishing rod]

[Kou Shrimp Gu, also known as Pippi Shrimp (Level 18)]

[Current experience: 0/190]

[Body size +19%]

【Delicious +19%】

[Catch Chance +19%]

 …

“Going to work? It’s wasting my life.”

“Fall in love with me? Beauty, I only fish, not raise fish!”

Conquering the sea, catching crocodiles, bravely entering the Amazon, wherever there is water, there is Chu Mingcheng.

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Just days before his final discharge, Sergeant Shin Young-joon, a military chef by profession, witnessed the doom of the world.An apocalypse, that came out of nowhere and ruined the world that he used to know.In the blink of an eye his battalion fell into shambles, all the communication lines, and radio frequencies were severed, and before him was a message stating:[Congratulations on your awakening!] [Occupation: Novice Chef Lv.1] If only he had a profession like a warrior or an assassin, he might have attempted to stand his ground alone.But what was given to him was clearly the supporting job of a chef.With the recent developments in progress, he didn’t have any choices, other than saying, “From now on, I’ll be the one to feed you all.”

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.