Dead Man Walking: Living By Day, Dead By Night - Chapter 157: Reaping the Rewards

I found myself inside the bleak BL novel Silence, where both the protagonist and the antagonist perish. And I became the oppressed omega, Seo Heemin, who tries to escape, ends up breaking his ankle, and even suffers a miscarriage. As expected, as soon as I come to my senses, I am sold to Cha Yiheon, who harbors a deep grudge against the original protagonist. “Why don’t you hit me?” “…Do you want to be hit?” Fortunately, he is a revenge-driven character who loves Seo Heemin dearly. To return to reality, I have to gently seduce him and achieve a happy ending. *** “Hyung, it’s Heemin.” —…Where are you now? Are you crazy enough to want to die? The raw emotion of his anger was palpable. His rage was at its peak, more intense than ever. But, as I had expected this reaction, I calmly responded to him. “I’ll be done with my appointment in an hour, so come pick me up. Let’s go on a date at our lake park.”

Yu Mian has been an orphan since she was a child. Fortunately, she has a kind person to support her, and the kind person is a starlet.
With gratitude, she became the little star’s first fan, sent him messages of encouragement, helped him make the rankings, and helped him tear up the sunspots for him, and accompanied him from obscurity to the top of the entertainment circle, and won the actor trophy.
Yu Mian thought that she would silently protect him for the rest of her life, but in a car accident, she transmigrated into Yu Mianmian, the fiancée of the movie emperor’s family.
On the first day of transmigrating, the film king appeared in front of her. Before Yu Mian could recover from the joy of seeing the idol, she saw a man with a cold face handing over a piece of paper.
The voice was low and indifferent: “We are just a family marriage, we just need to play around.”
Yu Mian Xingxingyan nodded, took the contract and smiled so much that she couldn’t see her teeth. Idols are for looking up to. As a qualified fan, being able to get close to her is enough to satisfy her.
Once dressed as a wealthy lady, Yu Mian, a commoner, just wants to eat and wait to die, and spend money and money on idols!
But why did the idol, who said he was good at acting on the occasion, look more and more wrong in her eyes?
One day, the film king blocked her in a corner: “When will our marriage be held?”
Yu Mian blinked suspiciously: “Didn’t you say you don’t want to get married too early?”
The film emperor gritted his teeth secretly: “I changed my mind, and suddenly wanted to try what it would be like to be called my husband.”
Lin Jianshen: I call my husband every day on the Internet, when will I actually call him once?
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【Daily Stream/Sweet Cookies/No Cruelty No Scum】
The author is not in the circle, please forgive me if there is any inaccuracy.

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Behind the scenes, vest flow

Yuan Yi, who traveled to the world of pirates, has the ability to harvest emotions and draw character cards. First of all…

It started when the nine-tailed demon fox made a riot at the Shampoo Land and bombarded the Tianlongren Holy Land.

Then the ‘invisible empire’ belonging to the monsters spread over the sea, the fragments of the jade of the four souls chased by the king of the sea, the ruling demon who signed a contract with the five old stars of the world government, the mysterious sea in the sea The bizarre Beechburg, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven who descended on Wano Country, pursues the ghost of the blue other side flower on the small island of the East China Sea, the mysterious port Utopia and the Gravity Spring…

It’s all controlled by the source

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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.”