The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love - Chapter 38: Gratitude and apology

The world is in an age of change between the old and the new society, and the collision of politics, economy, thought and culture is becoming more and more violent.

Moster Verak, a photographer from the slums of Zward City, was reborn two months ago, starting from impersonating the son of a consortium again, stirring everything and subverting the world in the turmoil of rapid industrial development and wild expansion of ambition.

[Overhead world, please do not compare reality]

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The antique market that is filled with treasures and trash.

Ordinary high school students get a god-level selection system, and their choices can become stronger!

Huh? Is there a big beauty ahead and need help? ??

Option 1: Step forward and help Fang Xue. Reward Charisma +5 and Fang Xue’s favorability +30.

Option 2: Give Fang Xue a cup of hot drink. Reward Charisma +5 and Fang Xue’s favorability score 20.

Option 3: Children make choices, I want them all!

“Reward charisma value +15, Fang Xue’s favorability score 60, extra bonus skill: tricks for making girls.”

The top genius of the big family is arrogant and arrogant?

Option 1: Beat the opponent brutally and reward the god-level martial arts ‘Dragon Elephant Magic Art’;

Option 2: If the opponent is convinced, reward a golden treasure chest;

Option 3: I am just passing by, and I will be rewarded with a random gift.

Rich second generation bullying men and women?

Option 1: Go with the opponent and reward the evil value of 10,000.

Option 2: Reprimand loudly and reward 100,000 experience points;

Option 3: teach the other party righteously, reward god-level random skills and 10 million money.

In my life, there are choices everywhere, and I can get stronger everywhere!

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.”