Academy's Pervert in the D Class - Chapter 13: over his brow

I am not that good with synopsis, So please read the first chapter instead.

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After accidentally killing the male lead and changing the course of the story, our Demon Queen finds herself in a very complex situation.

As the final villainess of this world, her mission was to be defeated while making the Chosen Ones stronger.

But fate played a cruel trick on her.

Left with no other choice, she finds herself forced to serve the Female lead to survive.

As the story unfolds, our Demon Queen must navigate her new life as the heroine's servant while also trying to uncover the truth behind her sudden change in fate.

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Reporter: Regarding the rumours between you and Captain You, is there anything you want to say?
Lin Xiao: With all due respect, with my ability there is no need for un-spoken-rules!
Reporter: Captain You, is there anything you want to add?
You Jing: The rumours are true, back then he was vying for my love.
Lin Xiao: …how many times do I need to say it, that person wasn’t me!

- Description from Novelupdates

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.”