Heroic Spirit Deck in Yu-Gi-Oh! - Chapter 302 -

【sweet! Be sweet! Cool! Keep cool! 1V1+ Almighty! 】

[chronological text + rebirth + fool + ancient martial arts + metaphysics + magic doctor + farming + getting rich]

Qin Xi was reborn.

Reborn in 1983, he was cheaply married to a fool by the superb family, and accidentally inherited the mysterious medicine on the day of his rebirth.

Since then, the silver needle has crossed people and tricks, not only cured the fool husband, but also designed to kick the best family members, leading the husband’s family to prosper…

PS: It doesn’t look good, you hit me! …slightly can’t hit!

- Description from novelbuddy

Betrayed by her fiancé and sister teaming up, Su Li surprisingly discovers a cute little Tuanzi who claims to be her biological son, along with a fortune of 100 billion US Dollars, instantly becoming the world's richest person!The cute little Tuanzi: “Mama, feel free to spend this 100 billion US Dollars, it's all Future Papa's money.”From then on, Su Li starts living a life of endless shopping.One day, Seventh Master Feng sighs: “She says I'm too poor again, what should I do?”Su Li: “I'll support you.”-Pure and sweet romance 1V1- How to spend too much money- Female protagonist with superpowers-[Be your own queen, she is the true elite family!]

Zhang Xuan, one of the most shameless MCs in Webnovel history, enters the [Source World], a plane higher than the Firmament. With the complete Heaven’s Path Library that contains the abilities of Heavenly Flaws, Heavenly Order, and Heavenly Nature, he embarks on a journey to dominate the world.Seeking fate, recognizing fate, understanding fate, establishing fate… While you all are still refining fate, finding fate, and borrowing fate, I, Zhang Xuan, possess eternal destiny!(A novel full of face-slapping moments. Even if you haven’t read “Library of Heaven’s Path,” you can enjoy this without reading barriers.)

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.”