Rebirth from the Ashes - Chapter 747 - She Doesn’t Like Me Tagging Along

She, a 21st century mercenary queen, had crossed over into a tragically betrayed body of a waste. Waste? She will show them what it means to be a waste! Betrayed? With the Ancient Manual in her hands, she will astonish all the despicable men and cheap women!

Wait! Didn’t everyone say that she was an evil woman which everyone feared? Why is his Third Highness, full of mystery and charisma, so interested in her?

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“Are you good at Acting? Singing? Dancing?”“Are you handsome?”“Do you have the talent?”“How about popularity?”For someone who has been in the showbiz industry for half of his life, Park Juwon could confidently answer that he had it all.From countless awards, fans, and money, he was a star loved by everyone — even the most sought-after celebrities and idols.However, in a twist of fate, Park Juwon suddenly encountered an accident that would change his almost perfect life.When he thought that it was his end, he suddenly found himself transmigrated in the body of Nam Minjae, a rookie actor, who had been dreaming of hitting the big stage since he was a child.[System Integrating…][Ding!][System: Become a Legendary Superstar!]

Zhuang Shuqing, who is dedicated to her career, throws two hundred yuan bills: “We are all adults, mutual consent is very normal.”After marriage -“Boss, Mrs. Lu has taken out your will to read again.”“Hmm, I have good writing skills, let the children learn more.”“Boss, Mrs. Lu said she has too many enemies and has written a will... to ask you to take a look...”“Who dares to touch my woman?”The little princess ran over, panting, “Daddy, brother took mommy and ran away!”Guard against everything, but it's hard to guard against family thieves. A certain man's handsome face turned completely black, “Someone, send the young master to a deserted island for me!”

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.”