The Rebirth of an ill-Fated Consort - Chapter 125

In a world where magic and sorcery flourish came a tale of a nobody who grew into a legend. Partake in the conquests and tribulations of a great army where warriors live day-to-day, seeking the thrill of combat.

Ye Beibei was unprepared for a while, and she married Young Master Gu who was sitting in a wheelchair.

I thought that from then on, I would have lived a career as a wealthy man, rich and free, but I never knew I was enslaved every day to become a nanny.

Ye Beibei beat the table: Liar, I want a divorce!

Young Master Gu pushed a cute baby to his front: You still want to get a divorce even when we already have a child? Wife, you wake up!

“…” Ye Beibei looked at a cute baby, who was exactly like her, with a confused expression.

Who can tell her when she gave birth! ?

- Description from MTL

[No weak protagonist, No simp, Prodigies battle for supremacy, Explosively satisfying invincible (Overpowered) protagonist type]Jun Xiaoyao transmigrates to a Xuanhuan (mysterious fantasy) world, becoming the Divine Scion of an Ancient Aristocratic Family. He possesses an unbeatable background, world-shocking talent, and furthermore, obtains a sign-in system. At the very start, he signs in and receives a fully developed (Great Accomplishment) Ancient Sacred Body.Signing in at the Taiyue Ancient Stele, he obtains a six-star reward: the Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Strength!Signing in at his ten-year-old banquet, he obtains a seven-star reward: the Supreme Bone!Signing in at the Bronze Immortal Palace, he obtains an eight-star reward: the Myriad Creatures Mother Qi Cauldron!Signing in at the Boundless Realm Sea, he obtains a ten-star reward: the Great Art of Transforming into Freedom!Countless years later, Jun Xiaoyao sits cross-legged in the Ninth Heaven, points his sword towards the Azure Sky and declares: “Across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, I control destiny! At the end of the Immortal Path, I am the Apex!”Novel Keywords: Opening with a Sign-in to an Ancient Sacred Body

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.”