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My Culinary System

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What is My Culinary System

Đọc tiểu thuyết My Culinary System của tác giả Leon_Hearth được xuất bản trên WebNovel."...God loves me." I've lost count of how many times I've said that.As I quiver in fear hoping that God will answer my prayers.But that all came to an end when I heard a demonic voice outside,"I am th...

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"...God loves me." I've lost count of how many times I've said that. As I quiver in fear hoping that God will answer my prayers. But that all came to an end when I heard a demonic voice outside, "I am the one you pray to, I know what you dread, my child you shall be forgiven if you come outside and offer yourself as a sacrifice." All hopes were lost for the 'Alternate' would take over the world and who shall save us if the god we pray to is against us.

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Useless Transmigration

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