Arrival of the Alternate World: My Identity as the Holy Emperor Got Exposed by My Daughter - Chapter 491 - : He Has An Unspeakable Story With A Dog!

I became an extra who confessed to the main character in a female-oriented romance novel but was rejected – an embarrassing history. However, I tried to brush it off as no big deal, until… “…Didn’t you say you liked me?” After you rejected me, why are you now clinging to me…?

When Ye woke up, she found that everything had changed. His spiritual power is gone, and the beauty master is gone. He himself became a waste of the wealthy Ye Family, was forced to change his marriage, could not cultivate the waste, and countless people wanted his life. If you want to change your life, you can only rise strongly. Only the hand can cover the sky, the most powerful Wu Shen!

- Description from Ptwxz (translated)

The legendary mercenary Great Emperor, the “Forbidden God King” Ye Chenfeng, had returned to the city, sweeping away everything with an invincible stance.He had unveiled millennia-old mysteries, Atlantis, the Maya civilization, and the astonishing secrets hidden beneath the Himalayas...

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.”