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Gourmet: Cooking for the Multiverse

In a quiet corner next to a bustling street stands a small, signboard-less shop that only wakes up when the sun goes down. There is no menu here. You simply tell the owner what you crave, and he turns your wish into a culinary miracle. Ren is a retired, undefeated underground fighter who traded his fists for a kitchen knife. His culinary skills are so divine that he conquered the "God Tongue" of Nakiri Erina with a simple bowl of porridge and turned the Elite Ten's Kobayashi Rindou into a love-struck regular. But the true secret of the restaurant lies in its door. Every night, it connects to different worlds. Here, Lucifer, the Queen of Hell, abandons her pride to become a clumsy, chocolate-loving resident. The Red-Haired Yonko, Shanks, shares his finest sake with the bald hero Saitama, who is just happy to find a delicious meal that fits his budget. Even the lonely salesman Suzuki Satoru finds a warm refuge here from his exhausting work, while the compulsive gambler Momobami Kirari discovers a new obsession more thrilling than any high-stakes game. From Asuna stopping by for a late-night snack to Albus Dumbledore discovering the magic of cuisine, Ren's life is a chaotic yet heartwarming mix of legendary guests and unforgettable flavors. Welcome to the Dimensional Restaurant. Where the food heals the soul, and the guests are anything but ordinary. [Tags: #Fanfiction #Cooking #System #SliceofLife #Harem #Overpowered #Crossover #Urban #Anime #StoreOwner]
AkarinTL · 4m Views

The Non-Human Family in the Apocalypse

When we think about the end of the world these days, we usually think of some idiot in politics who doesn't really care about people and most likely has serious problems in his head, and simply presses the apocalypse button, and people are forced to live the next few years as diggers in the ruins of the world until things return to "normal" several generations later. Or the fierce result of climate change that causes irreparable natural disasters to humans and a new pandemic occurs like the one in 2020-2022 and, once again, we are back to being diggers. Or an unforeseen meteor that comes towards Earth before any government can do anything and gives us the same end as the dinosaurs, even if one part could still be saved by spending a lot of money and the other part would be left to the “lucky ones” to fend for themselves and go back to the diggers until things “return to normal” (maybe in this case, it would be faster than before but it would still take a long time). And finally, we have the astronomically small chances that it could be a combination of all this together with the release of a zombie virus that some idiot tested to maybe cure diseases, achieve immortality or just for the hell of it. The fact is, virtually no one expects the end of the world to come in the form of a fantasy Armageddon. Where some entity allows mana to enter the world and this opens portals through which fantasy monsters begin to appear, destroying and devouring everything they see in front of them. There are even RPG-style systems with missions, even if this would cause some humans to change irreversibly. But well, I've already talked a lot and look, I still have to finish my daily missions in addition to helping my father with the generator and going hunting for something to eat. Maybe I can catch an orc and see if their blood is as inedible as that of a goblin (it looks like semi-cured meat with raw eggs and liquefied fish oil). Sometimes I wish I had become a pixie like my sister. Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself, nice to meet you, my name is Fernando or just Fer or Nando, and I'm not human. Well, I'm not anymore, at least not me, nor my family to tell the truth, now I'm a 22-year-old Dhampir with some cool skills, and as for my family... you'll meet them in a little while.
FereliX25 · 132.6k Views

Dexter: Anatomy of a Killer

Larry Luk is a brilliant, meticulous, and cold forensic expert whose mind operates like a precise machine, capable of unraveling the deepest secrets of a crime scene with unsettling ease. Despite his exceptional skills as a criminal profiler, abilities that could have secured him a place in the FBI, Larry made an inexplicable choice to join the Miami Metropolitan Police Department instead. His colleagues see him as a prodigy, someone whose deductive skills verge on the inhuman. But behind his impeccable professionalism lies a dangerous obsession: learning from the killers who always leave something behind. Larry does not seek justice. He feels no horror at the crimes he analyzes, nor indignation toward the murderers he pursues. On the contrary, he studies them with a disturbing fascination. Every case is a lesson, every mistake a clue to perfecting his own method. Because he doesn’t just analyze them… he begins to identify with them. However, something inside him holds him back. A trace of humanity clings to the remnants of a life he once had, to a family that someone he is searching for took away from him. Larry despises the world around him, a world where criminals don’t just destroy each other but drag the innocent down into their spiral of perversion and death. Why can’t he do the same? Why can’t he kill? "If we’re all going to die anyway, who would care if I dedicated my perfection to the art of murder?" As those around him fail to notice the signs, Larry follows an increasingly dark path. The line between justice and crime blurs, and the question is no longer if he will fall into darkness… but when. "I can be a god if I choose to..." And when that day comes, there will be no footprints. No traces. No Larry Luk. Only the perfect killer will remain. ... If you wish to support my work, your contribution on Patreon would be a great help. Patreon: SrCuervo It's not an obligation, but every support is very much appreciated and allows me to keep creating. Thanks hank you for considering it!
SrCuervo · 1.3m Views

Cinematic rebirth: Urban Bollywood Saga

Hello everyone after going through many novel reading I realized that showniz base novels on Chinese and U. S. entertainment industry have massive numbers but India base nothing so I decided to start a new novel on Indian entertainment industry so everyone support this Vijay, a 30-year-old man, died in the most ridiculous way possible— Laughing. A harmless experiment with laughing gas turned into uncontrollable laughter… until his body gave up. Even in his final breath— "Yaar… log rote rote marte hain… main haste haste mar gaya?" (“People die crying… and I died laughing?”) Darkness followed. But death… wasn’t the end. He opened his eyes again— Reborn. A new life. A new family. A fresh start in a parallel modern world. Everything looked normal. School. Streets. Neighbors. Daily routine. A peaceful, ordinary life. Until… small things began to feel strange. Not wrong. Just… cinematic. A school teacher giving an emotional speech that felt too powerful for a normal day. A roadside fight that suddenly turned dramatic, like a perfectly choreographed scene. A stranger whose entry felt… like a hero introduction. "Yeh coincidence thoda zyada nahi ho raha?" (“Aren’t these coincidences getting a bit too much?”) Then one day— Vijay saw someone. Not just anyone. A face he recognized. Not from real life— But from a movie. Not every film. Not every story. But some characters… are real. Living. Breathing. Existing in this world. A strict police officer who behaves exactly like a mass-action hero. A mysterious businessman with clear villain energy. A college girl whose life feels like a romantic drama waiting to unfold. This world isn’t fully Bollywood. It’s worse. It’s partially scripted. "Matlab… har koi normal hai… par kuch log kahani leke ghoom rahe hain?" (“So… everyone is normal… but some people are carrying entire stories inside them?”) And Vijay? He remembers those stories. He knows— Who will rise. Who will fall. Who will love. Who will die. But unlike movies… This is real life. Interference has consequences. So Vijay makes a choice. He won’t jump blindly into every story. He will observe. Learn. Adapt. Live a normal life on the surface— School, family, daily struggles, small happiness… While secretly identifying “main characters” hidden in society. Sometimes he helps. Sometimes he changes outcomes. Sometimes… He lets the story play out. Because he understands one terrifying truth— "Yeh duniya film nahi hai… par film jaise log isme zaroor hain." (“This world isn’t a movie… but movie-like people definitely exist in it.”) And slowly… Vijay begins to step into those stories. Not as a background character— But as a variable that was never supposed to exist. MC - vijay live with lesbian moms Mom1 -Shilpa, Mom2- Neelam and first partner in love with MC
InkAuthority · 222.2k Views