The Canary that couldn't escape - Chapter 113: All This Was His Conspiracy

Lin Feng was at rock bottom—buried in debt, stuck in a dead-end job, and barely surviving as a struggling college student. His fridge contained nothing but a single egg and regret.Then, one day, his life changed forever.> [Ding!]> [Congratulations! You have unlocked the Rich System!]> [Spending money on women increases their favorability at 2x, 3x, or more!]> [Reach favorability milestones to receive cash returns—higher favorability, higher profits!]At first, Lin Feng thought it was a scam… until 5,000 yuan appeared in his bank account.Now, armed with a system that rewards extravagant spending on women, Lin Feng must navigate the world of wealth, luxury, and high society. But there’s a catch—- Cheap gifts don’t count.- Unnecessary spending lowers the favorability boost.- Some women require more than money to be impressed.- And sometimes, the system throws in humiliating spending challenges.From sharp and ambitious career women to calculating high-society heiresses, rising celebrities, and even a mysterious billionaire widow, Lin Feng must learn how to play the game—or risk losing everything.Can an unlucky underdog turn money into power, respect, and romance? Or will wealth bring him more trouble than he ever imagined?One thing’s for sure—**he’s about to find out.

It is a parallel world that is full of Star Power. Star Maps, Star Techniques, Star Pets, and the Awakened are rampant. Jiang Xiao, whose soul travelled to this world, has a special internal Star Map within his body and goes on to become a Medical Awakened.

She was reborn in the 1970s, when there were no mobile phones or TVs, people lived in poverty and marriages were arranged by families. He, the wealthy and powerful head of the regiment, who governed the local army, helped her join the army so that her family would no longer be bullied and could live a good life. And Suddenly, he proposed marraiage to 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.”