Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots - Chapter 80 - The Booming Business of Cold Skin Noodles (2)_1

“dig up a grave , its history will resurface and if my history is dug up then only graves will resurface ” - divine bane zedA boy too smart for his age ,chosen by the ruin as the dawn of the prophecy .destined to fight for eternity but never remembered .carrying the death of million, he walks the path of solitude ,no love ,no glory,only the endless death and regression ahead.This is the story of a boy who as died million times and regressed back each time .story of a boy whose suffering can never be know or remembered .As he is the divine bane and this is his fate .

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

Liam West randomly obtained an actor system.He thought it could help him achieve his dream become an actor and reach the pinnacle of his life by becoming a star in Hollywood.Unexpectedly... he gained different abilities based on the role he played!Driver King! Miracle Doctor! Iron Man! Superman!“As long as it's a strong role, leave it to me!”......

The Pseudo-Holy Grail War of Snowfield is About to Begin!Moran, who has transmigrated into the Type-Moon universe, is determined to clear the game in one life!Waiting online, urgent!Ding! You have successfully activated the Life Simulator!• 【You drove out the foreign Olympian Machine Gods, took the hand of the Earth Mother Goddess, and founded a new nation and mythology.】• 【You are the Lord of the Millennium Castle, bestowed with the name Brunestud, and the beloved ruler of the land in the eyes of the Crimson Moon.】• 【You are the Final King of the Age of Gods, single-handedly preventing its decline and ensuring that Divine Age Britain endures to this day.】Behind this dazzling simulated life, Moran now faces—Arcueid: “Weren’t you supposed to pick me up at the Millennium Castle? Why are you here in the Holy Grail War?!”Artoria: “Enough! Come back to Britain with me!”Ereshkigal: “Moran! Who are all these women?!”As his ever-growing circle of admirers closes in, Moran realizes—This might just be the hardest “Kidney Grail War” in history.