Back to the Past: The Rise of the False Heiress Marrying the True Tycoon - Chapter 5: Staying

[Propose to Liliana Draven and get rejected.][Success: Gain the All Affinity Crystal and God-Level Talent.][Failure: Lose the system and receive… a handkerchief to wipe your tears]Veer braced himself for rejection, but to his shock, she actually said yes![Ding! Task failed][But a hidden mission has been completed. System upgrading...][Would you like to merge with the Wife Doting System?]_______________________Labeled as a joke for his “useless” Dragon Master Aspect, Veer never expected dragons to take him seriously—or for the School Belle to form a contract with him.And what? she’s an Ice Dragon? And her sister, the Dark Dragon, wants to be tamed too?Veer’s life just turned into pure chaos, and it’s only getting crazier!......

Zixin dies from Qi Deviation and an Earthling transmigrates into his body, the Earthling then accepts his new identity as Xong Zixin and embarks on a new journey of cultivation.Zixin later discovers that he actually has a System called Attack Catching System which like its name suggests, captures and stores attack from people who attack him.…[Ding! 1002 punches from a Core Condensing Realm have been captured successfully!][Ding! Qi Deviation has been successfully captured!][Ding! Soul Possession Attack has been captured unsuccessfully.],...Follow Zixin on his unparalleled journey to the peak of martial arts, releasing saved attacks on his enemies and competency obliterating them.

Who says that after rebirth, you have to slap faces, abuse scum, and revolve around enemies and men!Revenge is just incidental! Slapping faces and abusing scum are not the main battlefield of life!After being reborn, of course, you have to live out your own wonderful life, otherwise, it would be a waste of the chance of rebirth.

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.”