God's Path: I Can Create A Lot Of Cheats Through Mutation - Chapter 424 - Daily Life, Forums

Gu Huai'an, a young scion of the No. 01 Courtyard Manor, had become the chief commander at Dragon Aviation Command Center at a very young age.He was known for his cold demeanor and seldom smiled or laughed.Not only did he come from a distinguished family, but he was also the unattainable gem of Beidu No. 01 Courtyard Mansion.Suddenly one day, he heard someone calling him “little brother.”When he followed the voice, a pretty girl with an indifferent face asked, “Excuse me, sir, do I know you?”Yet at the same time:【Wow, little brother is so handsome.】【There are mountains beyond mountains, buildings beyond buildings, but little brother is handsome and gentle.】【Little brother, hug!】Gu Huai'an: ……The little girl's mouth, deceptive as a ghost's.*********Song Yunuan transmigrated into a period novel and became a minor villainess who was soon eliminated – a role too small to be smaller.On her first day in the book, she stood in the Song family courtyard, trying hard to recall why the entire Song family would be wiped out in the story.In the end, she failed to notice the collective petrified expressions of the Song family members.Later…Her father became the richest man, her brother a top lawyer, her younger brother a scientist, her younger aunt a singer, and even her grandmother became a landlady.She herself turned into everyone's beloved darling.Song Yunuan: What happened to the hellish start I was promised?

Yu Xinyan was a tragedy in her previous life. She grew up well, studied well, and should have a bright future, but was used by her adoptive parents to pay off her debts.

It’s okay to marry a second-married man, but she was also used by a scumbag to become a hen that doesn’t lay eggs, and she was blinded, cursed, and bullied by her stepson and stepdaughter for most of her life.

In the end, Yu Jie suffered from an incurable disease, and she didn’t wait for her husband’s greetings, but was kicked out of the house.

It happened that fate tricked people, and accidentally learned the real reason for her infertility. She wanted to be strong for a lifetime, but her life became a joke.

After rebirth, whoever loves this nanny wife should be whoever she wants.

Just as he was thinking about how to change the situation, he found a small space by chance and smiled at the golden finger given by God.

Cleanly kicked the so-called dedicated man, turned around and married the boss in the factory, who had a hard time getting a wife, and lived a sweet little life without shame or embarrassment, who knows who is happy.

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Eren Idril died as an old, decrepit, and piss-poor adventurer by the maws of a D-Rank monster. He had a lot of unfulfilled dreams and desires that couldn't see the light of the day after the light in his own eyes died down.

But fortunately for him and unfortunately for the world, that wasn't his end. Eren was somehow dived back in time when he was a mere teen, attending Lionheart Academy for adventurers.

When life gives him a second chance, Eren decides to exploit it to its fullest. Experience his vile deeds as he partakes in them without feeling the slightest bit of hesitation.

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.”