Becoming a Monster - Chapter 295: Feeding The Beast Within

After crossing over to a fantasy world, Rhett finally becomes a minor noble at the age of forty— the Lord of Hawkeye Town.It is then that he discovers that he possesses a special ability.Staring at the options of [Text Simulation] and [Real Simulation], Rhett hesitates before choosing [Real Simulation].【Do you wish to start Real Simulation? Each simulated day will consume 5 Destiny Points.】“Yes.”…【Real Simulation Complete. Please choose one attribute to retain.】【1. Constitution】【2. Battle Qi】【3. Mental Power】Fantasy simulation, lord’s territory management, family growth—more exciting content awaits you!

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A stranger! Lu An’an married a stranger! She heard that the man was extremely ugly and was a sex masochist despite his old age, but she could not reject him for the sake of her family.

On their wedding night, she thought about how she would leave her parents and brother completely in the future and spend the rest of her life living with the rumored sexual abuse…

The more Lu An’an thought about it, the more worried she became and the more terrified she became.

Her tears started gushing out even more violently. At this moment, a coarse and warm hand gently lifted her face.

“So beautiful, how did you know I like to see others cry?”

Oh, my god! He— he was truly a pervert! Lu An’an shivered.

Although he looked very young and good-looking, with deep-set eyes and thick eyelashes, and he had a smile like a sun, she would never tolerate such a terrifying hobby, much less cooperate with it!

“It’s just a business marriage between us. I hope we can… respect each other after we get married,” said Lu An’an after mustering up all her courage. Her tears turned the handsome man’s features blurry. However, Yan Yunge merely chuckled and kissed her tears away.

“Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”

Looking at the huge object that was as thick as a forearm staring straight at her with its head held high and chest puffed out, Lu An’an could not help but shake her head. Yan Yunge whipped out his pocket-sized pistol and looked at her with a cheeky smile.

“One of these guns is going to enter your body. Choose it yourself.” She—she did not want to choose any of them. She wanted a divorce! Yan Yunge’s breathing became heavier.

“Then, can I choose for you? Why don’t we put both of them in?”

One day, countless natural wormholes tore open across the Blue Star Continent, revealing gateways to countless worlds. With this discovery, humanity was thrust into an era of interdimensional conquest, waging war across realms to seize power and resources.Su Xiuyu, a seemingly ordinary high school student from Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School, lived a mundane life—until his third year, when everything changed. Awakening the mysterious **Reincarnation System**, he regained memories of a past life and the truth of his existence. He wasn’t just another student—he was a traveler, a reincarnator destined to walk the path between worlds.His journey began in the brutal Warring States Period of the Naruto world, where blood and war shaped legends. But that was only the beginning. With each reincarnation, he would step into new universes, face gods and monsters, and carve his name across the multiverse.From the shadows of history to the frontlines of cosmic battlefields, Su Xiuyu would rise, one world at a time.

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.”