As the Villain’s Father “Who dares hurt my Son” - Reviews

I’ll keep insisting... please Webnovel, assign a translation team to end this novel ASAP, it’s a great novel go wasted, can’t stand the indifference it’s receiving from this site?.

GFS threw away the MC's personality as fast as possible. making GFS about the food only. this made GFS boring to read since the food isn't even real or possible to recreate unlike Shokugeki no Soma.if u want to read about a person who is reduced to nothing more than a cooking robot, customers who can be called A, B or C, dishes that are real but impossible to recreate and is essentially fictitious besides the name of the dish... read this!An example of the dishes in GFS.Hamburger but the ingredients are pulled from a pig that was frozen in an ice block on the planet pluto and it's super fresh and has no pollutants. it also ate nothing but krytonite so it is super strong and has no fat! The bread is made out of flour that is crushed meteorite, combined with water from the ice blocks floating around in the galaxy X01-99.

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good read but most of the logic is not logicking for me at all XD.

I’m suprise i thought  this will novel will be harble but it’s one of best novel i have ever read will done ??

*****************Lina's POV***************

After resting for a couple of minutes, I finally calmed down. After cutting out my losses I decided to use the ID escape and go home to take a bath, eat then sleep.

Charles of Deadsacs swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He had only come to the discussion as he was also of noble blood; not that spending another second with that imbecile had anything to do with it. But he wasn't exactly expecting this. He pressed into himself and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible.

"Hey, can you hear? Get off of me." a familiar voice exclaimed.

My smile stopped when I got to the math classroom door. I had never liked math, even after I had become an adult. Looking at the door to my childhood math classroom now, I felt the discordance even more. These feelings were made that much worse by the fact that I was late, and would have to walk in while Mr. Lacowasi was talking.

So at ten o'clock he went to sleep.