Abyss Summoner - Chapter 268 - 263: The Demon Lord’s Awakening

In a world of celestial beings and monstrous cultivators, an ancient power awakens, bestowing upon all living beings the Heavenly Interface—a mysterious system that allows them to visualize and track their cultivation progress. This divine gift brings forth a new era of possibilities, forever altering the balance of power in a world governed by the strong.

Kai, a humble gardener with dreams of grandeur, unwittingly triggers the awakening of the Heavenly Interface when he stumbles upon an ancient ruin hidden in his land. With nothing but his love for gardening and an enigmatic skill called Interface Manipulator, Kai embarks on an extraordinary journey of self-discovery and cultivation. As he delves into the lost knowledge of the Heavenly Interface, he uncovers traces of a forgotten civilization and their noble aspirations.

Join Kai in Blossoming Path as he uncovers the secrets of the Heavenly Interface, forges powerful alliances, and faces unimaginable challenges. In a world where the pursuit of power reigns supreme, Kai's journey will redefine what it means to walk the path of cultivation and awaken the true potential within.

Sienna Lawrence's world shatters when her beloved adoptive family perishes under mysterious circumstances, leaving her as the sole heir to their business empire. With the Lawrence legacy in her hands, she faces a daunting challenge: not only must she protect herself but also safeguard the family's assets from those who seek to exploit them.The catch? To claim her inheritance, Sienna must be married. With her boyfriend revealing sinister intentions and danger lurking around every corner, she embarks on a quest to find a husband.In a moment of desperation, Sienna turns to a stranger she meets by chance.“Mister, are you single?” she asks.“Huh?” The man looks at her, perplexed.“Are you married or in a relationship?” she clarifies.“No,” he replies.“How about a crush?”“None so far.”“Good. Where do you work?”“What?”“Forget it. It’s not important. Do you know how to cook?”“Yeah.”“Is your cooking good?”“I guess so,” the man answers, still puzzled by her questions.“Perfect. I’m single, you’re single. Do you want to marry me?” Sienna asks boldly.“I never expected to be proposed to by a stranger all of a sudden. I don’t…”“If you’re not willing, I’ll look for someone else. No pressure.”“Who said I’m not willing? I’m more than willing,” the man replies without hesitation.And so, Sienna ends up with a husband just like that.Things take a drastic turn when Sienna discovers her real parents, leading her to unravel a conspiracy that could potentially turn her world upside down. What connection does her husband and her real family have? Why is the man turning more mysterious as time passes?

What if your life was never your own?What if every choice, every breath, was ink on a page, and you were made to lose?Eris was written to fall.To burn. To become the villain everyone needed to hate.But she remembers everything now.The death. The second chance. The truth.And she’s done playing along.The world wants its villain back.It’s unraveling without her.But Eris is tired. So very tired.And if she must die again, this time, she’ll choose the ending.support me on PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/cw/Rosesarepink

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.”