Villain's Harem Returns - Chapter 32: Fairy Queen

The day the apocalypse arrived, Su Mo got utterly chilled by a meteorite fragment.When she woke up, the enchanting young man upstairs asked her, “Do you have a superpower?”“I do!” She silently pulled out a Flat Pot.While being teased, the villain arrogantly put his hands on his hips and said, “You're just a powerless waste.”“Heh,” she said, and with the Flat Pot, she turned his face into a pig's head.Bound to the strongest Cooking God system and dare to call her waste? She could smash your face in a minute.The Arrogant Chapter“My tea, one sip and superpower durability becomes endless.”“My meat, one piece and superpower lethality doubles.”“My dish, one plate guarantees you level up.”“But can you afford them?”

Death is sometimes not the end!
Dead prison!
This is a magical prison. It has the ability to draw the souls of the dead people of the world, and it also enables people to gain the ability of the souls of the dead.
When Qin Song woke up, he was shocked to find that he had come to the world of One Piece, and even more surprised that he found a prison in his body…..

- Description from Uukanshu

The Red Dragon came from the vast wild wastes, coveting all the strength in the world. It once had countless titles: Mountain's Wrathful Flame, Infernal Calamity, Crimson Emperor, Ashen Dragon......The world trembled under the shadow of the giant dragons. He stirred up the craze of the magic industrial revolution; in the empire he established, Wyverns roared, artillery fired in unison, and steel beasts appeared in the sky and on the land, while disasters from another world rampaged everywhere.“Submit, or die.”Cassius spread his wings, blotting out the sun, and gazed down at the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves below, saying thus.......It is a story about a Red Dragon with a player template conquering, ruling, and transforming an alternate world.(Pseudo of DnD, The Fourth Calamity, Red Dragon)

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…