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The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era

He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had. But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don't most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that's not for him. There's only one goal in his mind - to be the number one star in the Interstellar era. With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it. But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him? A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die. = a few months later = A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don't need food, I could just eat you. A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou *NaiHe bridge - a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation **Meng Po - the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate. Twitter: @tyramisu_wn IG: @tyramisu_novels

Tyramisu · LGBT+
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609 Chs

WULF WATCHING (I)

THE ship Wulfric was on was finally nearing the planet where they would pick up the group of people who were about to be sold. Because of that, things had been pretty hectic on the ship. Even if he didn't want to move, he had to in order not to look suspicious. It was only after dinner, or at least what seemed to be the time for dinner, that he finally had free time.

As soon as he had free time, Wulfric entered his personal quarters. It was a small cabin that wasn't even half the size of his own bathroom back in Beowulf. But he didn't care much. He had lived in worse condition than this, doing missions here and there. What's important to him was that he had his own privacy.

Normally, as someone who was just commissioned by this mercenary group, he shouldn't be given a cabin of his own. But after he asked very 'nicely' with his fist, they allowed him to have one.