Naruto: Escape From Konoha - Chapter 115: 111: Escape From Konoha (2)

After being imprisoned in the basement by her mother for ten years, she ended her cruel and tragic life in death when they forced her to hand over the key to the hidden treasure. Getting reborn in her teenage years, she woke up in the bed of that terrible and powerful man. This time, she must take revenge on her enemy, and now she must live.

[Slow Burn]

Kalea Orlin Lovaata is a poor girl who just lives with her mother, who is an alcoholic and has a mental illness. Her life is tormented just because her face is so similar to that of her mother’s ex-husband, who cheated on her 11 years ago and left them both. No matter how much work she does, she still can’t cover all her current needs. Because she was desperate, it occurred to Kalea to ask her college friend who was famous for a myriad of rumors following her.

“The job is really easy, you just need to accompany someone shopping or something. Quickly, a large amount of money will enter your bank account.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll arrange a meeting with him if you agree.”

Without thinking, Kalea agreed. But, she does not know, that the job that awaits her is being a sugar baby for CEO, Arthur Jefferson. She must satisfy the man’s desires, including sacrificing his honor just for the sake of money.

Will she still accept the dirty job? Follow Kalea’s life journey in Sugar Dating with CEO!

The Earth mutated and an entire city disappeared from its original world! Su Yi arrived in the Different World strangely with the whole city, where demons ran amok, dynasty hegemony. There was no peace of modern civilization, only the law of jungle! Fortunately, his phone also changed... Gods, demons, monsters, Buddhas, fairies, etc., were all pulled into his mobile phone for his use! I am the king of demons, and I am the Lord of gods!

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.”