Fallen To The Ruthless Obssessive CEO - Chapter 575 - 470: Yes, Mr. Bao Is Magnanimous

Ben ends up in One Piece world with template system.First 8 chapters the narration is not so good after that it will be ok.---Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the songs used in this fic.

Due to an accident, she saved the empire's big shot, who insisted on marrying her as a token of gratitude.The crowd mocked: Can a country bumpkin like her be worthy of Young Master Knight?What? Rustic, ugly, and useless? She turns it around with a shocking beauty and countless hidden identities gradually revealed.Summer Monroe returned home with a hidden identity, only to uncover the truth behind her mother's death.As each of her identities was unveiled, the crowd was shocked to realize: the big shot's wife is the true big shot!

Tachikawa Shin always thought he was a decent, upright man—unfortunately, he’d been saddled with an indecent favorability system.Raise others’ affection to grow stronger?“I’d rather stay away from these witches, but this concerns my safety and physical integrity... Well, it seems I don’t have a choice,” Tachikawa Shin said righteously, with absolutely no perversion whatsoever.All hail the Rizzler!

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.”