Hero of Darkness - Chapter 1114: Back to the Roots

Su Xing traveled through ten years in time and secretly checked in for ten years at Tianquan Peak. He thought he could continue to develop, but he suddenly got three junior sisters.

Once feared as the Queen of Shadows, Eydis now faces her greatest humiliation: high school.Stripped of her magic, her kingdom, and (most insultingly) her dignity, she’s stuck in the body of a weak, whiny teenager with no power, no allies, and no money. And her terrifying familiars? Complicated. Her new greatest adversary? The Maths teacher.And we certainly can’t forget about that giant, pulsating eye watching from the heavens (debatable), ominously known as… The Eye… (I know, right?) that threatens to tear apart her new reality.But one thing Eydis hasn’t forgotten: shadows always trail after you.The real question is whether she’ll stand in them once more as their queen… or be swallowed by them, piece by piece.“Royal Reboot: Level Up, Your Majesty!” - a comedic dark fantasy where nothing is as it seems and every choice could be her last.A/N: Action/Romance/Slice of Life/LGBTQChapter updates weekly, weakly.While the story has a comedic undertone, darker themes are presented.

This is the story of Kir, who has to thwart the will of Heaven, Hell, and his parents in order to survive, protect the people he loves, and achieve happiness.He just has to make it through life at a magical academy, avoid dying, and survive to find his birth mother, the lost Daughter of Heaven. Or be forced to take his place at the side of his father, a Duke of Hell bent on destroying the way things are.It's a lot to handle for a quiet, brooding angel boy.Fortunately, he has company. A succubus, a foxkin girl, and a half-angel boy to start. And Kir has his own secret: this isn't his first go at life.

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.”