A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace - Chapter 951: Beat Them for Me

Iruma Takumi, a 40-year old salary man, was dragged into a hero summoning just like in a template. What was his fate? The Goddess sent him and the heroes to the other world separately.

With the Goddess’ overprotective support, he landed in a different world looking handsome, rejuvenated, and quite different from a Japanese.

Although he wanted a slow life while working in the manufacturing trade, that was not permitted by the Goddess’ special body and abilities.

Would Takumi be able to live a peaceful life in a different world?

[You have awakened with the Lifespan Extraction System!][Extract Lifespan, advance your Cultivation and Cultivation Talent, amass an unstoppable Army of Shadow Beasts, and ascend to the Pinnacle of the World of Immortal Cultivation!]In the Super-Continent of Legaria, a Godlike youngling was born… and abandoned.Scorned and hated by all for merely existing, Zar struggled day in and day out, just trying to survive to see the next dawn. In a world of Intelligent Beasts, he, a Half-Beast, Half-Human—a species alien to the inhabitants of Legaria—had no one to rely on.By some miracle, he managed to make it in one piece to his 15th birthday. A day… which changed everything for him.*Ding!*[Are you ready to become the Ultimate Immortal Beast Tamer?]Fate shall be rewritten!Zar—a lone Godling—shall rise up and make even the most arrogant of God Beasts and Immortal Cultivators relinquish their strength to him!

Though it felt a little awkward to be my good brother’s aunt, it was really exciting to find out how handsome and rich his uncle was.

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”