Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family - Chapter 367: Flarecorp reinforcements

As the second daughter of Ningyuan Army General, Qin Wanru, who had been set up by her so-called mother and elder sister, lost her reputation and suffered a lot on her wedding in her previous life.

Now she was reborn and returned to the time before she married to Qi Tianyu, the first son of the magistrate of Jiangzhou.

The rebirth gave her a chance to revenge on her own wedding and uncover the plot of her mother and elder sister. Would she be able to change her fate?

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Player – the legendary fourth natural disaster.

No one can predict what will happen in the special world of “Blood Arena” when a traveler who is forced to bear the fate of the devil leads a group of sand sculpture players.

When Wang Hao Ku Ku Di stretched his finger towards the enemy…

“Long live the charge!”

“Demacia!”

“For the Alliance!”

“For the tribe!”

“Wait! Kill the Long Live Charger first, and beat the Demacia one, and our brothers will decide the outcome!”

“it is good!”

Wang Hao: I’m %$#@%, I’m too hard

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After finally coming back from that hellish world, you actually want to open a game company to cover up that world?

Wait, my shell company has become the light of domestic games, what the hell is this?

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After waking up from a car accident, not only was I alive, I had also gained a new ability. If I stare at someone or a photo for three seconds, I’m able to see whom and when they shall marry… The 18th tier small-time actor Shen Chuchu knew that with this skill, her mother would never have to worry that she will starve to death again. She would put down her roots on Weibo first, then open a matchmaking store on Taobao.* “Your husband is a close friend and you will be married in March next year. You will have a happy marriage.” “Your husband will appear at your company’s dessert store soon, so remember to keep a close watch every day.” …… *Note: Weibo is a popular social media app in China with functions similar to Twitter. Taobao is basically the Chinese eBay/Amazon. A certain amateur celebrity is already married? A certain director’s wife is going to have an accident soon? One day, someone came to her for matchmaking. “Sorry, lady. Fortune-telling requires fate, and it seems like we don’t have that between us.” “Isn’t this just about money? As long as you can figure out my son’s marriage, I can pay you tenfold. No matter how much!” F***ing hell, it wasn’t that she wouldn’t predict the match. The arrogant CEO’s future spouse was actually her.

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.”