For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used. - Chapter 274: Beast Of Betrayal

Li Xu occasionally got a sign-in system, and his life has been different from now on. Enjoy life, look at the scenery, sign in, spring flowers bloom, and face the sea.

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I’ve had my fair share of weird wake-ups, but opening my eyes in Black Clover as some no-name extra? That’s a new one, and let me tell you—it’s not exactly the dream reincarnation scenario. Turns out, I’m Sebastian Silva, a guy so insignificant he’s barely a footnote in the series. Oh, and did I mention I’m the father of Noelle Silva and the husband of Acier Silva, the most badass woman in the Clover Kingdom? Yeah, talk about pressure.The kids hate me, my wife barely acknowledges me, and my role in the family is pretty much non-existent. But now that I’ve got my past life’s memories and a second chance, I’m not about to let things slide. With Acier on her deathbed, family dysfunction through the roof, and powerful players lurking in the shadows, I’ve got a lot on my plate.Saving my wife? Reconnecting with my children? Staying under the radar of the Wizard King and some seriously dangerous enemies? It’s not the easiest transmigration, but hey—we’ll live with it.*NOTE: Although all chapters will be written by me, to maintain daily upload, and not lower quality, because I have many time commitments like university, work, etc. Chapter's will be subjected to revision and editing through Grammarly AI.

【Farming】+【Space】+【Warmth】+【Get Rich】+【Scumbag】

Mo Yan, who was blown to ashes, was reborn in ancient times.

She became a little farm girl who was running away from famine!

There is a loving and handsome scholar father on it – not bad!

There is a pair of lively and cute younger siblings – very good!

But, does she really want to die again?

It’s okay if you don’t have food, drink or shelter on your way out of famine.

She even has to be on guard against bad guys to capture her and feed her!

Fortunately, there is room for upgrades in the previous life.

However, there are no eggs——

Why, that space with mountains, water, and meat to eat was actually formatted!

Facing a desperate situation, Mo Yan regained his fighting spirit:

No matter how formatted it is, my sister will still get rich and prosperous under the roots of the imperial city!

Open hills, plant orchards, buy shops, build houses… there’s no shortage of them!

But… there are also many jealous people looking for trouble!

Is the farm yours? Here, I’ll trick you to death without any negotiation!

Want to be her stepmother? Okay, I’ll give you a few widowers!

My mother is here to find you? Here, take the divorce letter and don’t give it away!

…

What? A beautiful man comes to propose marriage? Um, this… do you want to knock it down?

PS: 1. Persistence in farming + atypical house fighting + no palace fighting

2. The writing style is correct and the outlook is normal (the author does not rule out occasional convulsions)

Final article link:

[The Abandoned Farmer’s Beautiful Pastoral] Link: http://read.xxsy.net/info/527965.html

[The general’s daughter is not easy to mess with] Link: http://read.xxsy.net/info/473776.html

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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.”