Getting Married to a Yandere Princess - Chapter 13: Ch : Awakening

Dale Mitchell, your average guy in a below-average job. But, what happens to him is anything but average. After hitting someone in his truck, his world was turned upside down, inside out, and more than fifty shades of grey.

Now, he seems to be something called a World Keeper, and must create and manage his own world. Is this his afterlife, or something else entirely?

In his past life, Han Sen was a skilled basketball trainer but never achieved his NBA dreams due to his height limitations.After dying unexpectedly, he reincarnates in a parallel world, inhabiting the body of a highly talented four-star recruit also named Han Sen, who had faced a career downturn.Now equipped with a mysterious system that makes him stronger the more he’s criticized, he plans to turn his new life around and fulfill his dream of becoming an elite basketball player.Join Han Sen’s journey as he sets the stage to prove his worth, utilizing his “Hater System” to grow stronger by attracting negative attention from the media and fans!This is a translation.Original Author: 肉末大茄子

Chu Qin, a seasoned otaku, with a deep passion for watching the Soul Land anime, had the chance encounter to actually traverse to this place.Moreover, he awakened the Goddess System.

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.”