Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 107: Home

Yue Xiuzhi played the most hated villain in Q*dian for the sake of resurrection—— The master of the protagonist, who abused the protagonist in various ways in the early stage, was finally killed, but he couldn’t go back.

In order to compensate, the system sent him to the second world of this book, where Little Protagonist was only five years old, and Yue Xiuzhi could OOC casually, ignoring any plot.

So, Yue Xiuzhi happily spoiled the wolf cub.

But he didn’t know that the protagonist of the body world who was abused by him in various ways would occasionally possess the Little Protagonist in this world.

This Son of Heaven was surprised to find that the hypocrite master, whom he hated so much, actually pampered the “self” of this world.

He had been tortured in various ways because of his demonic nature, but the master of this world, after discovering that “he” in this world had demonic nature, said: “Demon qi and spiritual qi are just a form of energy. Spiritual cultivation and demonic cultivation are just a way of pursuing the Dao. In spiritual cultivation, there are people with human faces and animal hearts, and there are demons who have clear grievances.”

He became jealous but did not want to admit it, in the step by step fall, he found out that the person who died for him, his best friend, his first love, and his most hateful master, were actually the same person!

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A mysterious virus emerged, and countless people around the world turned into zombies. Luo Yang, a young man who was about to risk everything, receives the blessing of activating the system.Initially, he gains a massive spaceship with hundreds of subordinates and a divine-level talent.Just when Luo Yang thinks he can live peacefully aboard the ship, he discovers the system's function: to obtain rewards by allowing other survivors to live on board.But Luo Yang doesn’t want to be a savior; the spots on the spaceship are limited, and only those who pay will be allowed to live in his refuge.

She is the supreme ruler of Godland, but she was reborn as a domineering president disguised as a man.

The family business has internal and external troubles, and the fiancée still loves her in public.

Oh, I’m sorry, but I actually came to divorce the engagement. Ling Qianjin’s head is too big, her chest is too flat, her waist is too thick, and her legs are too short, so she is not good enough for me.

Then, she heard the rival in love who is also the domineering president say to her fiancee: “I think you are not as good-looking as that President Xiao just now.”

She turned her head and met those dark purple eyes.

Being a domineering president VS a domineering president…

Rich, powerful and beautiful, Rong Ye walked more and more smoothly on the broad road that bends himself every day. He felt that his love was great, and he finally crossed the boundaries of gender.

However……

Mr. Xiao: “I’m sorry, Master Rong, I think our genders don’t match.”

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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.”