Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 581 - - Sylvan Cheney, is it you?

If Alex ever got the chance to get transmigrated into a world, he would choose Pokemon World. Since it is relatively safe. It is easy to earn money. Not to mention, such an adventurous and intriguing world. But when his wish somehow came true, he regretted it.

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Kevin Lannister was offered the chance to reincarnate by the goddess of Happiness for unknown reasons.

He finally got to live a life of luxury in his new life but something totally unexpected occurred.

His mother was kidnapped and his father fell into a coma.

Now, it’s been three years and a twenty year old Kevin wanted to visit his dad in the hospital but a cannibal suddenly appears before him, killing him before he could see his dad.

Was his life finally going to end without even finding out if his mother was still alive or not?

But before he could release his last breath, a system notification sounded in his mind.

[I am called Evil Stepson System. The goddess created and named me and my only purpose is to help you in seeking revenge, In other words, I’m here to make you the ultimate bad guy,]

[But I didn’t expect to see a weak human. Aside from your physique, your strength and agility are average and not fitting of someone called my host,]

“Parasite,” Kevin mutters. He has had enough of the system’s rudeness.

It might have evil in its name but that doesn’t mean the system should act so rude to him.

[Huh?] The system was shocked.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” An evil grin appeared on his face. Finally, the system was flabbergasted this time around.

“You dwell in my head and you call me your host,”

“ This means you need me to survive and that makes you a parasite cause I ain’t your damn Uber,”

“You know what? I’m going to call you parasite as from now on,”

[You wouldn’t dare,]

“ I just did and I would again, a thousand times,”

[Why you little!!]

[Fine you win. What do I have to do to make you stop calling me that?]

“Hmm, If you help me accomplish my mission of ending every single one of those who captured my mother. Maybe then, I’ll acknowledge the fact that you aren’t a parasite,”

[Then I’ll definitely help you succeed,]

[As a matter of fact, your first mission is ready. Would you like to see it?]

“Yes,”

[First Mission: Pop your cherry,]

Kevin smirks and says. “You know what parasite, I think I’m beginning to like you,”

[Hehe...me too,]

“ You say what?”

[Nothing,]

Join Kevin as he tries to right the wrong of his previous world by making his family (especially mom) happy again.

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I was stuck in a dungeon explosion while working so hard that I actually died.

But when I opened my eyes, I was back to the time of 3 years ago!

Well, I will live differently in this life. Salary is goodbye to s*ave life. I quit immediately and set up a cafe in the store my grandmother left behind.

There are no customers because she is right in front of a dungeon, but it doesn’t matter. All I want is to work two days and play five days. But.

Also, the attractive regular customer who keeps bothering me is somehow unusual.

It doesn’t feel good. Isn’t it like the story of the main character of the RPG, who was just trying to run an errand, and ends up fighting the devil after getting caught up in something annoying?

Yes, I will not. I can not. I have no intention of playing more than the role of a novice innkeeper.”

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.”