The Military Chef of a Ruined World - Chapter 21

After spending his sixth year at Hogwarts a century ago, Harry finds himself back in the cupboard under the stairs in 1991, once again receiving his Hogwarts acceptance letter.“You’re telling me my parents were killed by a dark wizard?” Harry asked. “Who is this dark wizard? Why are you all so afraid of him that you won’t even say his name?”“It’s Vol—,” Hagrid began cautiously. “Well, we call him Voldemort, because he personally killed hundreds of people.”Harry nodded nonchalantly.“And what happened the next day?”Hagrid: “Uh?”--

[You have transmigrated, named Gu Sheng, and are a farm boy.][This is a dynasty in chaos, where demons and monsters lurk and bandits run rampant; as someone at the bottom, you face hellish survival difficulties.][You decide to lay low.][You awaken a mastery panel.][You breathe a sigh of relief, you can start grinding.][You grind Chopping Wood to Perfect, chopping bones and breaking tendons with ease.][You grind archery to Perfect, becoming a godlike archer who can hit a louse at a hundred paces.][You learn the Iron Stone Fist, set foot on the path of a Martial Artist, and grind it to Perfect, with punches as heavy as a million pounds.]……[You learn the Longevity Eternal Youth True Art, greatly extending your lifespan, giving you more time to grind, and greater hope to lay low.]……[You grind to the limit, steadily laying low, and one day you suddenly realize, you are invincible.]

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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She is the underworld Ghost Doctor’s only disciple, who accidentally transmigrated into the body of the main wife’s daughter in the general’s mansion. She used to be a punching bag.Now, she stepped on her dregs of an older sister, put her father’s concubine in her place, and teaches any objectionable aristocratic ladies a lesson.

Her days are rather free and unfettered. But when did that cold as ice prince from the rumors, sporting a deadpan face all day long, fix his gaze on her?
He unexpectedly fawned and pandered to her like a devoted dog?

“Go away, you rotten man! Careful or I’ll needle you like a pin cushion!”

“Wife, why are you so fierce? As a husband, I’m so scared”
….the man is all smiles as he approached, his eyes gleaming with a cunning light.

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