MTL - The People Who’re Supposed To Kill Me Fell For Me Instead - Chapter 77 1118.43

19 years old Davi, married a stranger whom she never seen at all to save her little brother. Until she found herself being bound with a certain mission. Her mission is to seduce her stone cold husband who is never romantically interested in any human being and bear his child. ____ Current Editors/proofreaders: kraycee, lov3lamb, iamconi789 Donations: https://www.paypal.me/kazzenlx

Divine techniques? Heaven’s gifts? Divine Weapon? Special Abilities? Unique Skills? Heavenly Talents?No, I don’t need them because I can create Heavenly Laws!In the boundless expanse of the starry seas, Lin Yuan wielded the extraordinary ‘Gate to the Myriad Realms’, he can transmigrate his consciousness in various world and comprehend any path!Embarking on countless odysseys, Lin Yuan’s relentless quest for strength knew no bounds. Through the cosmic tapestry of diverse worlds, he quietly forged his path, ascending from the depths of mediocrity to an unparalleled force.With each journey, he honed his skills until, at last, he stood as an invincible presence, dominating across all realms. The saga of Lin Yuan is a mesmerizing tale of cosmic ascent and relentless growth.

Ghost stories descend, binding national fate.People enhance themselves and their nation's luck by constantly participating in Analog Horror.Mental patient Jiang Xiao is initially selected to enter a nine-star level mental hospital Analog Horror!However, he bizarrely finds out that he seems to be the most seriously ill one...Jiang Xiao: “I sign a pact with the ghost stories, the weirdness is my grandson!”Participating in the seven-star level Analog Horror “Where Did Daddy Die”.A peachy-cheeked son with big eyes blinking asks: “Do you want to be my daddy?”The chosen one: “Yes!”Son: “Then I have a tiny request, which is to beat you to death!”One chosen daddy after another is smashed into pulp by the son right from the start.Facing the rebellious son charging forward, Jiang Xiao smiles coldly: “Dad, I'm actually your son!”

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.”