MTL - Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother - Chapter 301 anxiety

Lee Jae-hoon, who had lived his entire life with a dirt spoon, opened his eyes again, which he had briefly closed in the library due to overwork, and he became the eldest son of the greatest conglomerate family in ancient Rome.

A new life started once again. This time, he decided he was going to live a good life not having to worry about money. But fate had something else in mind.

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Shen Man never thought that he would be taken away by the dog because he went out to buy goods, and then became the same name in the parallel world.

The conditions at home are not good, and my sister is worried, and she is afraid of being found out that it is not the original.

This is how to do?

Xin Yiheng packed his luggage and went to the countryside directly!

No matter what, if you have a golden finger, are you still afraid of going to the countryside?

It’s just that Shen Man never imagined that he, who has always been a loner, would be stolen by a rough guy.

A rough guy: Stealing your heart? I want people!

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Shaymon, the man who has achieved the apex of dark magic, is framed as being a Demon King and is killed.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.