MTL - It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s] - Chapter 31 knowingly ask

Yang Yan found himself becoming a corpse. But before he could stay for a minute, the lid of his coffin was opened.A stunning face appeared in front of him.Leng Biyue!As the Holy Maiden of the Fairy Maiden Sect, she possessed the quasi-empire bloodline!Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, fell, and landed on Yang Yan's face.His eyes opened!“The Sword Dao Emperor, who was buried for 100,000 years, has come to life once again!”

Ban Yu-won can understand all the languages in existence. He was able to translate every language, modify it.

As a child, when Ban Yu-won first learned about the existence of the fictional building called the Tower of Babel in the Bible, his respectable grandfather told him it was their ancestors who built it.

“The Tower of Babel was completed without collapse, and people have the wrong idea.”

One day, out of the blue, the Union Academy practical exam began. Finding traces of his ancestors at the academy, Ban Yu-won decides to enroll in the academy full of monsters.

She was framed by her sister and accidentally had a one-night stand with him. Later, he found various unreasonable excuses to force her to live with him. To seek revenge, she reluctantly agreed.“I...I thought you were gay!” She slowly retreated to the corner of the wall.“I thought you already knew the answer to that question that night,” he said, emphasizing the word “that night”.Later, to get a celebrity's headline news, she secretly sneaked into a grand engagement banquet. However...“Everyone, this is my fiancée.” He said to the guests, holding her waist. Upon hearing this, her stepmother and sister were both stunned.With his help and her own efforts, she thought she was going to live a happy life. However, her company suddenly had a new boss...“You! You eat my food, live in my house, sleep with me, and how dare you deduct my salary!”“What about that night you slept with me and only gave me $50?” He said.She thought to herself: How could a billionaire be so petty about just $50! She would definitely divorce!Six years later...“Mommy! This uncle said he'll be our daddy if we pay him just $50! Should we get him?”“Mommy! I agree with that!”

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.”