The Paladin in the Abyss - Chapter 560 - 584 Body Refining

With the descent of the first blood rain, the world underwent a dramatic transformation.Once bustling cities became playgrounds for zombies.Some people merely survive in this post-apocalyptic world, while others thrive using their strength in this new world.Opportunists are on the move, and lone wanderers roam the land.Firearms, artillery, superhumans, and mutated creatures drive the world in a new direction.Clove Russell is reborn at the dawn of the apocalypse, leveraging his Space Element superpower to unlock the genetic limits of the human body, dominating the post-apocalyptic world without rival.Linda: “This bastard has no feelings whatsoever, only using me to vent his desires!”Kelly: “He's so strong, so formidable!”Wendy: “I will conquer him! Clove conquers the world, and I will conquer Clove!”

At the beginning of the 21st century, twelve reincarnations shattered the void and returned to their hometown.

They preach the world and reopen the space of reincarnation.

Then……

“The Republic of East Asia announced that it will fully implement a five-year spell casting and twelve-year simulation mage training policy.”

“The Republic of East Asia has announced a new change in the marriage law, making it legal to marry someone you call upon after meeting the adulthood conditions of your respective race.”

“The Republic of East Asia announced that the East China Military Region No. 1 Mobile Armor Brigade was established, and the special humanoid mecha “Gundam” officially joined the campaign.”

“Congratulations from the United Kingdom on this, the upper hero Arturia Pendragon will visit Shanghai next month”

“In the far east of Japan, the ignition of the wave engine failed, or seek energy assistance from the East Asian Republic.”

“Space cracks have been discovered in the Chernobyl region, alien creatures have ravaged the Chernobyl region, and the Russian Defense Forces have entered the battle.”

Four years after twelve reincarnators changed the world, Li Ping entered his own battlefield for the first time.

PS: Although the introduction is like this… but in fact it is written about two thorns + machine battle + movie + mythical stew…

- Description from novelbuddy

She is a top-class spy, a poison specialist, but also a young and cute girl with a sinister temperament. In spite of her sweet and innocent appearance, she can complete any tasks without the slightest hesitation. One day because of an incomplete black magic, she was sent into the body of a girl who was deemed as a good-for-nothing. What kind of change will she bring to this continent?

A Prince said with bitter hatred, “I thought she was weak and easily bullied, therefore I broke off the engagement. I really didn’t expect she is such a shrewd girl. I made an error of judgment.”

The Crown Prince deeply sighed, “She is such a sexy evildoer! Obviously, she has a frail and tender body, but I am not able to overwhelm her…”

Finally, an Emperor hit the nail on the head, “She is just a bit two-faced!”

She answered, “You’re just a big pervert!”

The Emperor carried her into the room and said, “You are predestined to be mine! A two-faced girl and a pervert are a perfect match, right?!”

- Description from Novelupdates

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.”