Apocalypse: Infinite Breaker Online - Chapter 58: King Gilgamesh, Void of Belief

Tong Huaqiong transmigrated to ancient times into the body of the malicious widow Tong Dajiao and witnessed the execution scene where the malicious widow and her children were wiped out. She returned to the year Tong Dajiao had just become a widow.At the age of forty, she was already a grandmother, embodying the roles of both a wicked stepmother and mother-in-law. Naturally, the children she raised were bad bamboo shoots.The only slight comfort she felt was that, as a widow, she didn't have to serve an old husband.In this transmigration story, she lacked all the golden fingers like systems or noble birth.She didn't even have the chance to rise through marriage. Who could a widow marry? Especially with a bunch of burdens.She could only rely on herself and her bunch of bad bamboos at home.Revitalize the family reputation, correct the children's behavior.Treat stepchildren, daughters-in-law, and granddaughters kindly, dismiss the plan of her youngest son to sell his granddaughter to a wealthy family in exchange for tuition fees, force the youngest son to strive through education on his own, use a stick to awaken the second son from being lazy and spoiled to becoming the family's backbone, and rid the youngest daughter of laziness, greed, and love-brain.Reclaim wasteland and plant crops using modern scientific knowledge, turning saline-alkali land into fertile fields, leading the whole family towards a moderately prosperous life; start a business from street vending, selling steamed buns, pastries, marinated dishes, raising pigs, beekeeping... gradually expanding their commercial territory.

An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

The Human Civilization is on the brink of being wiped out. Only the last kingdom remains. Demonic beasts are the cause of this nightmarish situation. They would've annihilated the human race if the Beast Tamers haven't appeared. With their Beast Taming Seals, they can capture and command the Demonic Beasts, turning enemies into allies. They are the guardians of humanity who have forced open a safe haven for humans in a world overrun by demonic beasts.Ray, a law-abiding citizen with three part time jobs, transmigrated into this world after he was killed, finding himself a participant in the Beast Tamer Trial.If he fail, he would have to resume the original owner life and suffer endlessly until his death. If he succeeds, he would become a beast tamer, a privileged member of society.Luckily, the perk of a transmigrator arrived.[You have been bestowed the Strongest Beast Taming System!][You have tamed your first beast, the King of Slimes!][The Skill and EXP Sharing features has been unlocked!][You can use all the skills of your tamed beasts.][Everytime your tamed beasts kill a creature, you will gain EXP to level up.]While others were struggling to find ways to evolve their tamed beasts, Ray levelled up like crazy.

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.”