I Was a Delivery Driver, Now I'm the Empress's Young Lover

On the surface, I'm the second-generation heir to a private kitchen, working as its head chef. I spend all day nervously selling wild game. But could you big shots at least be discreet when you come mooching for food? Keep it up, and I won't serve you anymore.

Jobs, who has a tumor, keeps coming by, and he often cuts in line.

Tony Stark also drops in for a meal every now and then.

And they're all a bunch of sick patients...

Behind the scenes, I'm a lord in another world.

I got the registration fee for this land by selling my body.

What? Why is my System a villain System?

Seriously, someone like this deserves to be the protagonist?

You want to use me as a stepping-stone to rise to the top?

Keep dreaming!

You just want to tax me? No problem. I'll go back to the modern world and buy a tractor.

A famine? No worries. Your Majesty, Empress, just tell me how much grain you need. I'll provide as much as you want.

The merchants have banded together to short-sell me?

How naive. I've got another world backing me up.

What? A foreign invasion?

I'll bring out the Tiger King tank I just acquired and repaired at my pawnshop, and we'll see what you've got.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.