Re: Tales of the Rune-Tech Sage - Chapter 31: Hope and Responsibility

After spending half a year in the province, Cheng Yang took a luxurious cruise for seven days.
Accidentally hooked up with a CEO on the way.

Later, Cheng Yang found out that he was pregnant.
Just as Cheng Yang was preparing to secretly give birth to the baby, it was a coincidence that he fell asleep in the big president’s bed.

It’s impossible to run with the ball, his man is handsome and rich.
Must cling tightly and can’t be torn down.

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Check out my latest novel: Beyond the Bloodline.◇　◇　◇For billions of years, the gods have stood atop most universes, some being benevolent, while others being malevolent.Suddenly, there was a prophecy.One that foretold the birth of a certain being.The child of a god, born to put an end to the gods.Would the gods really let such a being exist in peace?Obviously Not.Would that being really let the gods mess up his life without retaliation?Definitely Not.This is a telling of that being’s story, as he rises up to fight against the gods who wish to end him, and as he discovers the other powerful entities and horrors that lurk in the vast cosmos.◇　◇　◇WARNING: THE EARLIER CHAPTERS OF THIS STORY ARE CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTENCheck out my other stories from my profile; ' Reincarnated Hero System' & 'Beyond the Bloodline'.

In the world of dragons and snakes, the talented but congenitally sick martial arts master was reborn as the sole heir of the 19th-century Canadian manor owner. He thought he would make money by practicing boxing, but he took advantage of the industrial revolution to become a giant of the times. The opened template.

In the end, the original owner was a hopelessly sick and consumptive ghost! I am still a bastard having an affair with a gardener…

Wait, what’s up with the claw?

James Howlett looked at the bone claws protruding from between his fingers, and became more and more worried about his future.

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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.”