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The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era

He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had. But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don't most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that's not for him. There's only one goal in his mind - to be the number one star in the Interstellar era. With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it. But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him? A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die. = a few months later = A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don't need food, I could just eat you. A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou *NaiHe bridge - a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation **Meng Po - the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate. Twitter: @tyramisu_wn IG: @tyramisu_novels

Tyramisu · LGBT+
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609 Chs

AFTER PARTY (II)

ASTRID thought it was another person who was trying to flirt with him. He's not being narcissistic, but since earlier, there had been quite a number of people who had been hitting on him. So, he thought this person was also the same. He even thought that the other must be pretty gutsy, considering that he was not only trying to flirt with him, but also with Sienna.

But when he turned towards the direction of the voice, he was surprise to find that the other was actually the actor who won the best actor award tonight.

Caleb Pretorius.

He stood tall with a sturdy figure. His dark brown, curly hair cascaded long enough for a ponytail, yet a few strands playfully escaped, framing his face. The mischief danced in his green eyes, lending a perpetual air of trouble. His skin, akin to expensive ebony, added to his striking presence.