Second Marriage: My Strongest Bodyguard - Chapter 249 - Obey Wife

Rejected at birth for lacking Ka, the divine essence that flows through all living beings, Alioth seemed cursed from the very beginning of his new life.When the heavenly kingdom of the gods collapsed, the world was consumed by Azoth: an abyssal fog that mutates every living thing it touches.Humanity's last refuge became Caelestia, a colossal floating citadel built amid the ruins of the gods' former home.Here, lineage is everything. Those who possess superior Ka can demand absolute obedience from the weak. Without it, one becomes fragile and unable to wield magic.But Alioth harbors a hidden gift, born from his past life: the power to bestow names drawn from the myths of his old world.Zeus, Odin, Excalibur, Gáe Bolg. Everything he names acquires the legendary traits of its mythical counterpart.But will this power be enough to survive and decipher the mysteries of this world?Alioth doesn't know yet, but he's determined not to waste his second chance.

Ethan, a high school student that died alongside his bully transmigrated into another world.Ethan awakened in a parallel world, one where supernatural talents determined your worth, and the talentless serve as expendable cannon fodder.Born talentless in this new world, Ethan finds himself assigned as cannon fodder against the monster hordes that threaten humanity.But his death in the previous world seemed to have granted him a supreme Talent.Follow the story of Ethan as he awakens the strongest talent and strives to become the world's Strongest.

When disaster strikes, all order collapses, money becomes meaningless paper, and discussions about order lose their significance. The only assurance that remains is power. And I, possessing power, can do as I please.In this post-apocalyptic world, besides growing stronger, Li Ming must also deal with the persistent neighbor who continually sends the wife to borrow food.“Ma'am, you can't always request food without offering anything in return, can you?”

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.”