Omnipotent Sage - Chapter 809 - Escaping (Ⅰ)

The female Alpha, Jin Zhexi, was accidentally involved in the vortex of time and space during a mysterious mission, and traveled to the 21st century. Because of her agility and gender advantages, she became the most neglected and excluded by chance, with a cold and indifferent personality—— -Miss Three of the Su Group, Su Mochen’s personal bodyguard…
It’s unbelievable that she, an Alpha who can be considered super A in the post-civilized world, can only be coaxed patiently in front of the cold-tempered third lady…
If we had to talk about where she could overwhelm Miss San, it was probably only on the bed? Ignore the episode where you get kicked out of bed for doing too hard…
This is a story of a bodyguard helping an unappreciated illegitimate daughter to counterattack and become a big boss, with full aura and reaching the pinnacle of life…

Heart-warming loyal dog Gong VS reserved and cold and proud shou: slowly tear off her abstinence mask! Capture her body and mind!

Content tags: childbirth fantasy space karmic encounter supernatural power
Search keywords: Protagonist: Jin Zhexi, Su Mochen ┃ Supporting roles: Boys, the pre-received articles are also very good ┃ Others: pre-received articles “Lure her into her arms” “I am her medicine”
One-sentence introduction: Across time and space, I want to fall in love with you.
Conception: Because of you, the world is worthwhile.

- Description from novelbuddy

“I think… my boyfriend is trying to kill me,” Lin Sanjiu muttered.

As she thought about that rich, handsome, and gentle boyfriend of hers, she could not help but tremble all over.

At the present, someone close to her had personally raised the curtains to an apocalyptic hell, and slowly, it was creeping up to her.

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What if earth devolved into a apocalyptic hellhole? What if you found out you not only have to survive just one apocalyptic event but have to struggle through multiple worlds with different end-world scenarios? And you get to meet more superpowered crazies than you can imagine!

Presenting the worst nightmare that your weird doomsday prepper neighbour with a bunker full of canned beans could have, Doomsday Wonderland is a novel filled with subverted tropes, non-OP characters and a female friendly label which offends all politically correct fanatics.

As ‘lucky’ humans evolved to posthumans with abilities to adapt to the New World or mutate into disgusting duoluozhongs to survive, follow Lin Sanjiu as she struggle through the multiple challenges to just live one more day… and make sense of this New World that will no longer be the same.

- Description from Novelupdates

One minute, she was spiraling out of her scooter, watching in horror as her fried chicken flew into the horizon. The next minute, she was signing the contract to become a mother to his sons while staring into his glacier blue eyes.“The contract is effective as of now” He announced, as he dropped the pen. His brow was lifted challengingly and his voice reverberated around the room, bounced and sent zings of electricity down her spine.She tilted her head to a side, studying him covertly as she smiled menacingly. She was going to make him regret his decision.Let the games begin..!

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.”