MTL - Whispering Verse - Chapter 1313 Temple of the Night

Su Hao traveled through the city and came to a world of integrated novels, and became one of the villain’s male supporting characters. He even kidnapped the heroine at the beginning.

Su Hao was a little panicked. In this world, various protagonists were born…

The son-in-law of the Dragon King pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, a super hero started from scratch, the soldier king returns, a peerless killer, an entertainment king, an immortal anchor, and an immortal respects life…

Facing the children of luck, what should he do?

“Ding – The host’s mood fluctuations are detected, and the Destiny Villain system is activated. Please make the following choices.”

[Option 1: Release the heroine, as if nothing happened, reward: Eliminate the identity of the host villain as a male supporting character! 】

[Option 2: Hunt down all the protagonists and become the villain of destiny, reward: lucky ten consecutive draws! 】

Since then…

Su Hao takes heaven and earth as the chessboard, and the protagonists of all walks of life as chess pieces, becoming the ultimate boss behind the scenes, dominating everything, covering the sky with only one hand…

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“Ding! Soulbinding has been successfully completed; you will now head to the Heaven Awaken World.” After hearing this, Zhao Fu’s vision darkened as he fell to the ground.

With bleak prospects in the real world, Zhao Fu’s life is turned around when countless crystals fell from the sky one night, which people could use to enter an alternate, game-like world. After obtaining an ancient Chinese empire’s legacy, Zhao Fu uses his intellect and resourcefulness to develop his own empire from a tiny village. However, with enemies both in the real world and in the Heaven Awaken World, he must make brilliant decisions and use creative schemes to survive.

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In the 21st century, a female military doctor, Lu Jiao, transmigrated into a novel and became the vicious mother of four little villains and the wife of the future First Assistant.

In the novel, the four little ones would grow up into villains who committed all kinds of crimes and killed people without batting an eye. Eventually, they would end up getting killed by the male and female protagonists. To avenge his sons, the First Assistant would transform into the final boss and die after committing many sins.

Lu Jiao looked at the four little ones who were only up to her knees, then looked at the bedridden First Assistant. Forget it, she would do a good deed by educating these children properly and giving the First Assistant medical treatment while she was there.

What she didn’t expect was that the four little villains and the future First Assistant would want nothing more than to send her to her death.

They attempted to strangle her in the middle of the night, use broken pieces of porcelain to slice her arteries, and poison her food. Lu Jiao was furious. “I’m not doing this anymore. If you want to become villains, go ahead.”

However, the four little ones now refused to let her go.

“Mummy, please don’t go. We’ll be obedient from now on.”

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.”