From Family Fisherman to Water Virtue True Immortal - Chapter 211 - 206: Mistaken God Butterfly

Polishing antiques in the basement was supposed to be a punishment. When monsters arrived, it saved Emma’s life. Now sealed inside a suit of armor old when the world was young, Emma Knight will have to master newfound powers she’d long regarded as merely myth; all whilst navigating the breakdown of society and delving through dungeons in search of the truth behind the apocalypse. How’s that for a Sworded Affair? What to expect: LitRPG, Progression, Dungeons and the Apocalypse. What not to expect: Harem, Smut, Drama or Tragedy.

Jiang Jiuqing is the princess of a vanquished nation. No one knows her extreme cleverness hidden under her ordinary skin——she also doesn’t want others to know either. Staying out of things is her manner towards handling affairs, and wanting nothing is the norm in her life. However she has a white moonlight. After not seeing him for many years, he has now completely blackened, causing trouble everywhere——The world’s number one lobbyist, the peerless and magnificent Young Master Ji Yu.

Jiang Jiuqing had always thought that the reason why her white moonlight is a white moonlight is because he has forgotten about her, and will never belong to her. He is her master, and she assists him in lobbying the world. They are just allies, a symbiosis relationship, mutually using each other.

A long, long time later, Ji Yu said——

“This world is frantic and absurd. Malicious people die an ugly death, and the merciless people are sought after. I was never reluctant to leave until I met you.”

There are thousands of people in the world, and thousands of beauties, yet it is only you who can disturb my heart.

Are you ready to fall in love with the smartest and most cold-hearted people in the world?

The calm and cool-headed princess of a vanquished nation x the ruthless and revengeful number one lobbyist.

Male and female leads are both very strong, white cuts black.

“White cuts black” = someone who looks very gentle on the outside, but in fact, is actually very ruthless and two-faced

- Description from Novelupdates

I was stuck in a dungeon explosion while working so hard that I actually died.

But when I opened my eyes, I was back to the time of 3 years ago!

Well, I will live differently in this life. Salary is goodbye to s*ave life. I quit immediately and set up a cafe in the store my grandmother left behind.

There are no customers because she is right in front of a dungeon, but it doesn’t matter. All I want is to work two days and play five days. But.

Also, the attractive regular customer who keeps bothering me is somehow unusual.

It doesn’t feel good. Isn’t it like the story of the main character of the RPG, who was just trying to run an errand, and ends up fighting the devil after getting caught up in something annoying?

Yes, I will not. I can not. I have no intention of playing more than the role of a novice innkeeper.”

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.”