Love After Marriage, He Got A Free Wife - Chapter 270 - 270 The Two Disabled Ones

Everyone in the world knows that the four schools of touching gold, moving mountains, unloading mountains, and Faqiu have their own strengths. Even if it withers, the fame is too heavy for this doujianghu to hold his head up.

But they don’t know, if the leaders of these four sects gather together, what kind of power will they have.

Wei Chuan came across and awakened the luck system.

All you need to do is get the artifact, kill the evil spirits, and complete the system tasks. You can get luck points, exchange for all kinds of precious blood, endless unique skills…even immortal gods.

The opening is Xuanwu’s precious blood, the overlord’s halberd technique, smashing under the darkness.

Millennium mechanisms, demons and ghosts, smash them with one halberd!

With precious blood in her body, ten thousand spells in her palm, sweeping across ten thousand tombs!

- Description from novelbuddy

Elwin Warbringer, the cherished son of Queen Morgana in the matriarchal realm of Sunhaven, has always been adored by his powerful family. But as the only brother to four fiercely competitive sisters vying for the throne, Elwin yearns for something more than royal favoritism. Reborn into this reversed world after a tragic end in his past life, he dreams of finding a love strong enough to match his ideals.“Why is Octavia, the Hero, panting while she looks at me?”sighing Yes it’s another Gender Role Reversal Story from me. This time the setting is a magical academy. This MC isn’t afraid to try different kind’s of relationships out but is still very much a monogamist.No harem. Yandere. Some smut but mostly plot. No harem!

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.”