Tyramisu

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.

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The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era

"NOT to me, though," Astrid said, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

<p>He hadn't expected Wulfric to openly rant about his jealousy. Sure, he had anticipated some jealousy—it was only natural—but hearing Wulfric admit it so readily still caught him off guard. Then again, this was Wulfric. He had always been so unabashedly honest when it came to his feelings for him.</p>

<p>It's one of the things Astrid liked about him. At least with Wulfric, he didn't have to guess how he was feeling or what he was thinking. Wulfric wore his heart on his sleeve, unafraid to be vulnerable, especially when it came to Astrid. It was refreshing, really—comforting in a way Astrid hadn't realized he needed. With Wulfric, there were no games, no hidden meanings to decipher. Just raw, unfiltered honesty. </p>

OH, WULF...