Supreme Emptiness - Chapter 646: The Eerie Bronze Coffin

[Rebirth + Abuse of Trash + Sweet Love] In her previous life, Su Li was blind and helped her husband to ascend to a high position.When he became successful, she abandoned him.Her grandfather's family and her father, the Shangshu, who had lived a clear and upright life, were decapitated and beheaded. She herself died with two bodies and could not close her eyes. God has eyes and she was reborn. In this life, she protects her relatives and steps on scumbags and bitches.When the scars faded, her appearance was stunning.Her medical skills were superb and amazing. ... A certain prince who was upright and elegant outside was clinging to the beauty in his arms: “This prince feels uncomfortable all over, and I need Li'er to check it out.”✨Love this translation? Support me on Patreon for early access, exclusive content, and more! Your support keeps the translations coming—subscribe today!

Jin-Ho Kang was just another B-rank Hunter—one of countless warriors struggling to rise in a world dominated by monsters and guild politics. When an A-rank dungeon scouting mission goes horribly wrong, he and his team are slaughtered. He should have died.But instead of death, he awakens in an abyss beyond mortal comprehension. A voice older than time itself speaks to him, a decree is made, and the truth is revealed—he is no longer human. He has inherited a power that was never meant to be his.The world forgot him.But he has returned.As a Sovereign.As the Monarch of Shadows.And as the boundaries between life and death begin to blur, the world will soon realize…The true King has awakened.

Content warning: Sexual content and lots, lots and lots of lemons, nonchalant MC, Milfs, “Magical fingers”______________________________“Damn! How? How do they keep finding me!?”In a world where an individuals spirit power decided their fate, Mason Harris — a 16 year old boy, always believed he was destined to live an average life, his only interests were in girls and women, with thick thighs and large breasts.It all seemed ordinary, that is until his 16th birthday became a trigger for his bloodline awakening.He felt his body becoming stronger, his five senses grew sharper tenfold and he grew wings!?Just when he thought he had finally awakened his spirit powers, strange things started happening, things that couldn't be achieved by ordinary spirit powers, things he couldn't explain— that is, until he learnt the truth. He wasn't just an ordinary spirit caster.He was the last descendant of the Incubus demon bloodline, a race of demons who prey sexually on women.But that wasn't all, his bloodline, it's command and order was so powerful that it drove supernatural beings — especially women, crazy.His family? They didn't know what he was, his mother had no idea what her husband was, even after he disappeared months after Mason's birth.It didn't take long before he realized that no matter where he went, he wasn't alone. Stalking him and lurking in the shadows were a much darker force who have stayed hidden for thousands of years, fairies, werewolves, elves, sirens and worst of all — succubus!All drawn to him for reasons he could not explain.No matter where he went, he was always hunted down by these succubus!Why is this happening to him? Why did these beings appear now? He couldn't help but feel part of a much larger scheme.But one thing was for certain, with an army of succubus, elves and werewolves at his disposal, he knew he could never lead a normal life ever again._____________________________A/N: It's my first time writing this kind of novel, so reviews are highly welcomed in order for me to progress forward.

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.”