Genocide Online ~Playtime Diary of an Evil Young Girl~ - Chapter 121

Konominato Aoi, who had been learning Kendo at her family’s dojo since childhood, had a dream of becoming the best in Japan in Kendo, as her father wished. However, that dream didn’t come true. Disheartened by the failure of her student dreams, Aoi became a high school teacher with a new dream: to make her own students the best in Japan in Kendo.Facing numerous challenges and feeling pessimistic, Aoi lost consciousness on the spot and found herself transported to a different world. The one who helped the now-younger Aoi was Owen Millers, an elven mage. Out of curiosity, Owen decided to impart his magical knowledge and research results to Aoi. Inheriting Owen’s skills and knowledge, Aoi became a mage and, under Owen’s guidance, became a teacher at the world-renowned magical academy.However, the academy was filled with the entanglements of aristocratic society, discrimination based on magical power, and individuals exploiting noble students. Aoi found herself dealing with various situations as she navigated through these challenges. This is the story of Aoi Konominato, a female teacher later known as the strongest archmage and the witch of the academy.

I just lost myself in the deep and shallow temptation of her.
——by Jiang Hanyu
Everyone knows that the person Nan Gao doesn’t mess with is Jiang Hanyu
She is arrogant and fierce, relying on beauty, a proper little overlord in school
Everyone thinks that the best relationship with Jiang Hanyu is to call him brothers.
But one day, someone found that Jiang Hanyu was holding the hand of the goddess of coldness in the class and lowered his eyebrows after class.
Unruly girls become gentle and charming
He also said in an unbearable and irresistible voice, “Si Nian, will you give me a kiss?”
Then everyone knew that the best relationship with Jiang Hanyu was…

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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.”

Jiang Xi, the warden of a mental asylum, transmigrated one day and became a girl from a farming village who had three engagements annulled and hanged herself three times.

Jiang Xi: That’s ridiculous!Jiang Xi was a psychic who could make predictions come true just by talking.

If she claimed that someone’s house would collapse, it would collapse the next day, even if it was structurally sound. In her previous life, her predictions were a little too real for her family.

They were spooked by her abilities and left her at that asylum.

She was unconcerned and adapted to life there like a duck to water. Though she managed to get promoted to warden after much difficulty, she suddenly transmigrated, and everything was suddenly the way it was before.

She studied her leaking house and sighed to herself.

Whatever. She would live life one day at a time, then.

When her mother clumsily ruined the family’s crops, Jiang Xi assured her: They would be fine tomorrow.Her mother wiped her tears and woke up the following day to check on the crops…

only to find that the ruined sprouts were budding! During the dry season, Jiang Xi’s father stared dolefully at the crops that looked like they were going to wither and die.

Jiang Xi simply pursed her lips and said: There will be a downpour soon.Jiang Xi’s father doubted her words.

But three days later, a downpour came, and he looked just like a happy child.Everyone in the village began to call Jiang Xi a lucky star, and the village head was willing to yield his position to her so that she would lead the village to riches. Bachelors proposed to her and came to her house with generous gifts even though they used to scorn her, but a tanned, muscular man with rough facial features stood in their way before they could reach the Jiangs’ house.

Zhao Xiping pointed at Jiang Xi and declared loudly: My wife! Mine!