Developing My Little World - Chapter 6: Second Sub-God

Travel through pirates and gain the ability to decompose and reconstruct everything.

In the next life, Link will marry the most beautiful queen and be the freest man!

Supreme Swordsman Twelve Workers? Look at my ship-killing knife made of the essence of meteorite iron and talk!

Want to turn the world upside down? Decomposition and reconstruction of memory, Blackbeard shouted for world peace!

The Four Emperors threaten, Im coming? When the mystery of energy and rules is analyzed, all abilities will be decomposed, and all abilities can be mastered!

Join Doflamingo at the beginning and set sail from the North Sea!

ps: This book is also known as “The Man Behind the Pirate Queen” and “What Experience Is It Like to Fall in Love in a Pirate”

The newcomer and the new book kneel down and beg the gentlemen for support! ! !

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# gourmet # entrepreneurship # eight years old # younger sister # business

Xu Le transmigrated to a parallel universe into the body of an adorable eight-year-old. Here, there are no delicacies.

His parents went abroad, leaving him behind to earn his own keep.

His parents said, “Son, it is time you become a man and become financially independent. Make your own money and bring up your younger sister.”

Xu Le, “I understand, but at least pay off the mortgage before you leave!”

Forced by his circumstances, elementary school student Xu Le shouldered a burden that was beyond his age.

He begins his life of paying off the mortgage, bringing along his younger sister, Xu Tian, along for the ride.

Just then, the “Culinary God” system was awakened.

He could get all sorts of prizes if he cooked delicious food for people to try.

As such, a food stall started to appear on a busy street. In it was a tiny figure as a cook and a long line of customers.

Yu Zhengdu joined a small start-up company that claimed to offer “life management services”……as a programmer.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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