How the Zergs were Made - Chapter 864 - 865 Insects on the Wall

This is a rebirth story of a normal girl, Kylie. She was a normal girl, living a normal life. Married and had kids. Nothing outstanding about her, but nothing terrible either. Then she was attacked and left to die.

Her soul screamed in pain at having to leave behind two small children that needed her, yet she couldn't do anything. As she entered eternal darkness ... it took her some time to realise that she was not dead. She was alive, only yet to be born.

And she was a boy.

This is a story about a glutton and a second generation court official.

When her heart was pierced by ten thousand arrows, Wen Rou suddenly went back into the time when she was much younger.

With a wave of her pots and pans, the finest cuisines are created.

Make way, make way, the lady chef is here!

Wen Shouzhen: “Rou Er, the choice is yours to make! ”

Shen Yaoshan, “Choose me, choose me!”

Ren Yue, “Go away, I am her prince charming, not you!”

Wen Rou facepalmed, “Aiyo, ~(@^_^@)~”

- Description from Novelupdates

Su Cha transmigrated to a fantasy world, inherited a tavern, and activated a system! First mission completed

— renovate the taverns —

Lafite red wine formula rewarded, hundred times speed up in the wind cellular! Second mission completed

— served a hundred customers and received good reviews —

Budweiser beer formula rewarded! The third mission, fourth mission……

As the tavern expanded rapidly, not only did our MC bring in fine wine, he also brought in all kinds of cultural influences from the modern era.

This alternate world was starting to turn a little strange. Inside the tavern, the elegant elf queen fell in love with rock music, she picked up an electric guitar and started screaming and howling.

The orcs, the knight, and the sorcerer sat down at the table and started a round of Texas poker, soon getting all worked up against each other.

A famous wizard raised up his Budweiser beer and muttered, “Don’t ask how much I can drink, all I want is another gin!” …

When a person dies, they either die light as a feather (aka unimportant) or heavy as Mt. Tai (aka very important).