Supreme Harem God System - Chapter 2059: Sharnoth’s Determination

Lyra is a 21st-century girl from the modern world who accidentally transmigrated into the beast world while swimming. what happens when a gorgeous young girl with golden blonde hair and ocean blue eyes with ivory white skin doll falls into a world where the female population is drastically low. But as she stays in the world, she discovers many secrets about herself which she never imagined. Join her journey in discovering love, heartache, and the real truth of her life.This is my first story please support me and join me on my journey through this story.The cover photo is not mineContains mature content with many r#18 scenes audience below 16 restrain from reading it.

Waking up from a big dream, Fu Yu felt that he had been forced into a mouthful of pie by God.

Everything familiar, suddenly becomes virtual.

Working kitchen table, tools used, co-workers, and customers.

All things have become walking NPCs and auxiliary props.

Daily life and work have become the main tasks that need to be completed, and the key clues for advancement.

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The customer ordered a piece of loose pork.

Fu Yu took out a piece of fresh tenderloin: [Pork: Freshness: 90%]

Holding an egg with one hand: [Egg: Freshness: 85%]

Heat oil in a pan, prepare starch, and prepare onion, ginger, and garlic.

First fried and then fried, the meat is cooked out of the pan, put on a plate and served in front of customers: [Ding! Complete the task with a slice of loose meat. Get rewards: cooking experience +10, RMB +100, a colander without oil! 】

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As a chef who is being chased and fed by God, as long as you cook, you will be promoted!

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Here, you can see the past and present of the cosmic swarm, the origin of the war-mongering witch tribe, the rise of sea progeny, the birth of giant beasts...And...A world tree cultivation from scratch?...On her 18th birthday, Baiyi suddenly learns that her family is actually super-rich.After finally coming to terms with the reality and preparing to embrace a new life, another change occurs.The world is destroyed, the apocalypse arrives, and humans are given a lord qualification and randomly thrown into millions of worlds.Good news, her cheat finally arrives, and it's a seemingly powerful genetic weaving.Bad news, others have it too, and theirs seem even stronger.What else can be done?She can only be a support player trying to get by, relying on her cheat to do some farming.But why do her troops start to look so strange?...I just want to farm properly, so why is it my fault if intruders get taken down by insects/gardeners/crops!What Insect Queen, what original witch, it's all slander!I'm just an ordinary support lord!ps: Female protagonist, single, farming, dedicated to hybridizing all kinds of strange creaturespps: This is a male-oriented novel, if you have not read a male-oriented female protagonist novel before, I'm glad this will be your first.

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