MTL - Scourge the Entertainment Industry - Chapter 294 I am against this marriage

Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world!

It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world!

Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!

Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

- Description from novelupdates

Shen Herong, as the most capable handsome boy on the Red Street, is bound to the best male god system.
This journey was supposed to slap the villain in the face crazily, step on the protagonist, and reach the pinnacle of life, but things always went wrong.
#Who is the person who just received the protection fee for the hero and heroine? #
#Who threatened the high IQ villain to do his homework for him? #
#去女朋友家庭Who is the one who recommends himself as a little boy? #
Sorry, as a former bigwig on the red street, Shen Herong said: I have already washed my hands.
It is impossible to counterattack. Only by lying down and winning can you barely maintain your life.
The same type of male protagonist’s point of view “Extreme Male God [Quick Time Travel]” and “Super Male God [Quick Time Travel]”, you can watch it~

- Description from novelbuddy

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.”

‘Less than a month old… I became the the great empire’s treasured princess…!’