Forced To Marry The Devil : A Crazy Love Saga - Chapter 284 284. Then Don’t Take Another Step

At 79, Adom is an old mage who has known nothing but illness and regret. When the world finally burns and all hope turns to ash, at the last beat of his fading heart, a mysterious being appears in the dimming light with a simple question:“If you could try again, would you?”What's left to lose when you've already lost everything?A handshake seals the deal, and Adom wakes up on his old school grounds, sixty-seven years in the past. When everything is still possible. A second chance with all his knowledge intact, his memories preserved, and his youth restored.This time, Adom wants it all: to feast on food he's never had, to travel a world still full of wonder, to finally live the life he dreamed of. There's just, as always, one small catch—he needs to prevent the end of the world first.But as Adom will soon discover, changing history might demand sacrifices even greater than watching it burn...

Li Xingwan had transmigrated into a book, becoming a D-list celebrity scandal-ridden and already married.Her husband was a bad omen. Rumor had it, he was a poor and elderly man with hemiplegia. Not only that, she also had to play stepmother.In effect, Li Xingwan was just like a widow.Regarding these rumors, Li Xingwan herself remained silent.The clamoring on the internet grew more intense.“That person who appeared on screen just now, couldn't have been a woman taking care of her hemiplegic husband, could she?”“And what about that ugly freak of a stepson?”“Won't this family put on some sort of tragic drama in front of the camera?”“Li Xingwan, she's just shameless. For money, she'd even marry a hemiplegic.”But...As the camera panned,who was that cold and abstinent Buddha's Disciple? And who was that soft, adorable little bun?!Ahhh! I'm going crazy!!

### The MC is Overpowered!!! And So Broken!Let me elaborate a bit.It was the most popular VR-MMORPG, Immortal Legacy. While everyone else spent countless hours playing the game, Leon could only manage one hour a day because of real-life responsibilities.He was so poor that even the Capsule device he used to play the game was given to him by an unknown source.One fateful day, Leon stumbled upon a rare quest. This quest led him to the Goddess of Sloth. She chose him as her Divine Champion and bestowed upon him a powerful blessing:**Self-Transcendence Blessing**This blessing turned out to be incredibly unique, and from that moment onward, Leon's life changed dramatically.First, he acquired the **Legendary Blacksmith Class** and started crafting legendary and powerful weapons.Next, he became a **Legendary All-Round Fighter**; he could wield any weapon and gain various skills related to it.He also became a **Legendary Miner**, extracting valuable resources from all over the world and amassing great wealth.Then, he became a **Legendary Soul Reaper**, haunting his enemies and killing them before they could even sense his presence!And his power only grew and grew!And what about love interests?He ended up marrying the Elf Queen, the Dragon Queen, and the Fairy Queen—every legendary beautiful woman wanted to be with him.In real life?When he stepped out of the game, he had become extraordinarily wealthy and powerful.However, there was a big question he needed to answer:**What is the true secret behind the virtual game world that feels so real?**

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.”