A Returner’s Magic Should Be Special (WN) - Chapter 3: The Returner’s Entrance Exam (2)

In her last life, Qu Zhi tried her best to be a good wife who was sensible and did not cause trouble, a filial and good daughter who helped her family, and a good mother who accompanied her children. However, Qu Zhi worked hard and suffered all her life. When she was about to die, she realized that in the end, all she got back for her hard work were complaints. Her husband complained that she was an idle, rich wife all day long who wasn’t satisfied with her happiness at home, and that she was a greedy woman.

But after decades of marriage, her husband had a firm, deadly hold on all her money, and she didn’t even have a dime to her name, nor a property to call her own. Every time she asked for money, he would trample all over her self-esteem. Her husband’s cold and sarcastic words made her unable to lift her head, and his friends would demean her while drinking wine, making her tremble with anger. This man had once said he would take care of her, yet he turned a blind eye! Those people focused on her happiness as a topic, and made a joke out of it.

Even her three children resented her for her uneven love towards everyone, and their relationship only became more strained as time passed. She had spent her whole life as a loner, and she had nothing. Lying on the operation table, Qu Zhi thought that if she could do it all over again, she wouldn’t be a housewife. She wouldn’t have given her second daughter away, and she wouldn’t take care of her blood-sucking relatives.

She wouldn’t marry her indifferent, cold husband either! When she next opened her eyes, she was back to twenty years in the past. Her eldest daughter was still in elementary school, and her second daughter had been in her belly for several months…

The world is separated into three realms: Aegaryn, Terranis, and Abyssion.Terranis and Abyssion realms have been in disharmony as the Demon King of Abyssion aims to overthrow all the other realms. In the tackling of this and to help the humans of Terranis defend themselves from the demons,A street orphan becomes a sacrifice in a summoning ritual for an S-rank beast. But he is given a golden opportunity of a lifetime as he is transmigrated into a hyena. Guided by a mysterious system that helps him unlock his boundless potential, he evolves with each rank upgrade, a feat no one of his kind has ever known. His journey is one of transformation, both in form and spirit. Each evolution brings new powers and challenges as he is summoned into deadly wars, cruel betrayals, and battles that threaten the very balance of the realms.Along his journey, he meets a summoner whose kindness and ideals are a stark contrast to all the summoners that he had met previously. Unlike the others, she treated him differently. Gave him a name. Through her, he begins to question his path, torn between his primal instincts and the flickering remnants of his humanity.But as the Demon God stirs in the shadows, threatening to collapse the realms into chaos, he must rise to face his ultimate destiny. To protect those who matter, to shatter the chains of servitude, and to ascend to the pinnacle of power—Ash must embrace his boundless evolution and become a force unlike any the realms have ever seen.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

He was not a human since no human is aware of himself even before his birth.

He has no blood and no heart, but emotions?

He does have feelings, but can he express them?

Why was he called a Devil’s Spawn at his birth?

Why did they cut away his arms and a leg?

Why did no one ever visit him for years?

And why does this emptiness... feels so... just so familiar?

Why does the Void feel so... full?

Who is he? Or rather... What is he?