MTL - The Puppeteer of Academy City - Chapter 78 Of course you have to eat hot pot for supper

Number 23 had it all.A warrior of unmatched power, a Transcendent capable of annihilating armies single-handedly, he was revered as a god among men. He seemed to have everything with wealth, fame, and influence at his fingertips. Yet beneath his cold, ruthless exterior lay an unfulfilled yearning—an elusive desire he couldn’t quite grasp...He wanted to be a hero.Despite his monumental achievements, Number 23’s quest for heroism remained unfulfilled. His life took an unexpected turn when he discovered a book titled [Bright]—a bestselling epic depicting a true hero's journey. Enchanted by its tale, Number 23 became obsessed, devouring every word in search of the heroism he craved. But his journey was cut short when he fell victim to a deadly ambush orchestrated by rival Transcendents, leading to his untimely execution.In his final moments, a single regret lingered in his mind.“I never got to see the ending of [Bright]...”As if answering his unspoken wish, Number 23 was reborn into the world of Bright—not as its celebrated protagonist or a key figure, but as an insignificant extra. Stripped of his former identity, he now inhabited the role of Amon Solaris, a character barely noticed in the grand tapestry of the story.Undeterred by his diminished status, Amon Solaris is determined to learn what it truly means to be a hero. But in this new world, he’s about to encounter a revelation that will change everything he thought he knew…Four chapters a week. New chapters every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday.

She is the 21st century best secret agent, died after a plane crash and transmigrated to a dysnasty not found in history. Not to mention being reincarnated as an infant, to suffer repeatedly by being framed by the Madame, bullied and humiliated by the Shu daughters, years of patience only for the sky to strike.

The number one landlord in the country? Jiang Hu’s hard to get a hold off and can barely catch a glimpse off ghost doctor? A patriarchal clan of saints who was supposed to be extinct a thousand years ago? Which one is really her?

He is the Tianfeng Dynasty’s most capable prince, and at the same time the most beloved son of the emperor. He is cold, he is ruthless, he is cruel, he is bloodthirsty, and he treated women as clothing. Everyone knows that he is heartless, but nobody knows that he has been in love before.

He was a man who has been silenced, her lover from a thousand years ago. A thousand years of entanglement, willing to give everything, just to exchange for that one beautiful woman’s smile.

“Who are you?’

” I’m your husband.”

“You think I’m three years old? My husband looks better than you.”

“I’m your husband 1,000 years ago.”

The woman, petrified, carefully asked, “How old are you this year?”

“2,220 years old.”

“Get the hell out! Bastard!! 2,220 years old!! Why don’t you say your dad was 12,000 years old?”

“My father is in fact this age, you still remember.”

“…”

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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.”

The worst and strongest villain.I became the narrow-eyed character Arsene Adel.“Revenge.”It sounded good.At least to the original owner of the body.But from my point of view, the goal is not revenge, but survival.I didn’t have the confidence to survive among humans, soㅡI went to the Demon Realm.Where I was headed,A school for demons that is said to be attended by the children of prestigious families in the demon world,……It was a school that terrorized the human world.