Dragon Lord: Erotic MMO - Chapter 146 3: Demon Prince

After his wife suddenly rose to fame on a variety show and asked for a divorce, Chen Yu left with his daughter with nothing but the clothes on their backs.At the moment he received the divorce certificate,“Congratulations, Host, for unlocking the Divorce Achievement and activating the Perfect Counterattack Life System.”Chen Yu made his way from catering to entertainment, medicine, and the financial industry before venturing into the field of technology.When his ex-wife Fang Yuan came to see their daughter, intending to mock Chen Yu, she was stunned by the scene before her!All those entertainment industry big shots she had tried so hard to cozy up to were now revolving around Chen Yu.Regretful, Fang Yuan wanted to reconcile with Chen Yu, but then she discovered their daughter's teacher Tong Ya...

In the face of Thanos and his crowd of alien warriors, Jerry took out his wand:

“Avada Suomin”, “Shenfeng Wuying”, “Fuchsia”, “All Petrochemical”…

Withdrawing the wand, pressing both hands on the ground, a huge alchemy formation was formed on the ground, and countless gun barrels roared like thunder.

Get up and put your hands together, the Dragon Slayer Profound Magic is activated, “Red Lotus Exploding Thunder Blade!”

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Traveling through the Marvel universe, Jerry gets a bizarre panel that rewards Little Red Star for doing good deeds.

Consuming Little Red Star can go to other magical worlds to learn magic,

Consuming Little Red Star can also refresh your mind and speed up the efficiency of learning magic.

In order to protect himself and his family, Jerry reluctantly embarked on the path of constantly doing good deeds to earn a little red star, and working hard to study and learn magic.

The protagonist’s three views are upright, not a virgin, no brainless, no system, the panel is only responsible for traversal and refreshing, all magic is acquired by the protagonist through learning, and powerful through research.

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The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.

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.”