Little One Tears the Villain’s Script - Chapter 356

Aeliana Faelith is a Elven princess, battle-harden mage that is in a losing duel with hands of Lucian Valtheris—the Demon Lord and the man she once loved. But just before death claims her, He confesses her love—and takes his own life for her. In regret and pain, Aeliana screams for a second chance to save her beloved and restart their destined fate.The screen turns white, The Do-Over System grants her plea, She is then thrown back to the past, armed with her recent memories—of betrayal and heartbreak. Her mission is crystal clear: Stop Lucian before he becomes the monster she once faced.With multiple attempts on different timelines, The Do-Over System makes her choose one and that will be her final attempt and the Do-Over System will self-destruct permanently leaving her in the current timeline. She chooses a timeline out of 10 in which, she discovers she and Lucian had a child but Lucian is in a deep coma with amnesia and doesn’t know who she is—Will Aeliana be able to choose the ‘right’ timeline or doomed to save everyone? Is the child really theirs or a miracle honed to build peace between two opposing worlds then again—What is the price for falling for the Villain?Please support it with collections, This is an Cupid's Quill entry piece!!!

After struggling for three years in the apocalypse, because of her mother's act of kindness, Ji Wanwan and her family were harmed by their so-called relatives and died horribly to the countless gnashing of zombies. When she opened her eyes, she was back three days before the apocalypse began.At this time, she had awakened the Super Shelter System.While everyone was engulfed in the zombie crisis, Ji Wanwan was lying flat in the refuge, collecting rent and recruiting underlings...When her enemies came knocking and her softhearted family once again tried to morally blackmail her into taking in those relatives, Ji Wanwan said—We're not close, stop claiming relations!Want to stay? Sure!Hungry? Sure!Want to freeload? No way!!!What? Still want to cause trouble? Then let the underlings throw the troublemakers out, offering them as a human flesh gift package to the zombies outside the shelter!This time, Ji Wanwan made it clear that she lacked virtues in her life, so nobody should even think about morally blackmailing her!In her refuge, she made the rules!But wait, what's up with these underlings?Max-level Water Element Superpower big shot: Wanna play with water? Carrying a water gun and squirting zombies, the kind that doesn't make a peep?Max-level Gold Element Superpower big shot: Do you like gold? I'll take the crystal cores from the zombies and make gold jewelry for you!Max-level Wood Element Superpower big shot: Like orchids? Fine, I'll make the zombies' heads outside grow full of orchids!Max-level Fire Element Superpower big shot: Want to see fireworks? I'll blow up all the zombies outside for you!Max-level Earth Superpower big shot: Zombies too ugly, hurting your eyes? Bury, just bury them! If they're buried underground, you won't see them!Max-level All Elements Superpower big shot: Step aside, let me handle this!Ji Wanwan: “......”

【The entire world bullies you, hates you, and isolates you, but your world has light because of him. I hate this world! But I love you!】

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.”