Madam Is Being Evil Again - Chapter 637 - : Heartless

Dale Mitchell, your average guy in a below-average job. But, what happens to him is anything but average. After hitting someone in his truck, his world was turned upside down, inside out, and more than fifty shades of grey.

Now, he seems to be something called a World Keeper, and must create and manage his own world. Is this his afterlife, or something else entirely?

Tame or be Tamed?... How about choosing to Devour the enemy Beasts and Tame the Beast within you?Luel, a 25-year-old guy who suffers from early retirement due to his poor body condition caused by too much working stress at his past jobs, decided to livestream his days of playing the famous VRMMORPG RAIDS ONLINE.It was only supposed to be a pastime, a recreation activity for Luel to gain his confidence to become a part of society once again, and a way to possibly earn some income before his savings reach not just zero but negative as well.However, as Luel became stronger as a player and more popular as a live streamer, he slowly realized and uncovered the truth behind what he thought was just a game.

[Mc takes consent from Woman not their husband][Mc doesn't want to NTR every guy. He only makes their wife cheat for sex.][Making friend's mom fall......is one of his big dreams.]“I like married women and there are so many noble women out there...”A horny Otaku from Earth gets transmigrated as an old Viscount.His lifespan is depleting too quickly due to an injury.Fortunately, there is a Ying Yang technique which can increase his lifespan.“This man has been single for his whole life and never touched a woman? WTF!!” Otaku is shocked from the Viscount's dry life.“I do have the maids, right?”[MC likes married women][Netori, Cheating, Blackmail]

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.”