Past Life Returner - Chapter 395

Being the author of a world-famous novel series called Eminence the boy wanted the world to know about him due to his co-author taking all the fame. Unfortunately, disaster struck before he could get his recognition.Upon realizing that he died the boy woke up in the world that he created, Eminence.However, instead of transmigrating into the body of the main character or even a side character, the boy became an extra called Lucas.Shortly thereafter he gets a notification on his smartwatch that tells him to make Lucas an important part of the novel no matter what and by any means necessary.Follow Lucas’s journey as he befriends, betrays, manipulates, and falls in love using all the information he has at his disposal being the author.

Chen Guan awakens a supportive Lifebound Talent, initially thinking that it would be sufficient just to enhance his pets' statuses.Who would have thought that this Talent not only enhances statuses but also improves the quality of the pets?Not only can it improve the pets' quality, but it can also stimulate the potential of human cultivators and steal the insights of genius cultivators for one's own use.“Brother Chen... the opponent is too terrifying... I can't do it...” Duan Shulin returned defeated, having discarded his armor.“No, you can do it.”…

She remembers him because of the mole at the corner of his eyebrow;He remembers her simply because she is her.Every passing encounter becomes a story in the memory,And you are the ending of my story.

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.”