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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

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ASTRID carefully placed the delicate porcelain bowls on a tray, each filled with a silky, translucent jelly that shimmered under the light. The dessert was garnished with a scattering of finely chopped fresh fruits—lychee, mango, and dragon fruit—that added a burst of vibrant color and a hint of sweetness.

Once satisfied with the arrangement, he turned his attention to another tray. On it, he set a tall, elegant pitcher filled with a cool, pale amber liquid, its surface dotted with delicate ice cubes. The drink, infused with subtle notes of jasmine and a touch of honey, was the perfect accompaniment to the dessert. He then added empty glasses to the tray.

Before he could carry the trays, Wulfric had already arrived by his side and carried both. "Where should I bring them, Aster?"

"I also want to carry a tray!" Nicol declared on the side.

Wulfric glanced down at Nicol and snickered. "Try to go a few more centimeters and I might just let you carry one, shorty."