MTL - Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife - Chapter 1337 Lu Jie's routine

Bibi Dong, once the powerful Supreme Pontiff, never expected to be reborn—especially not as someone else's martial spirit. In this new life, she finds herself bound to a young soul master with great potential but little knowledge of the powerful spirit within him.As Bibi Dong guides her host, she must confront her past mistakes and figure out why she was given this second chance. Is it to correct her past, or is there something more at play?

After marriage, his little wife openly stared at other men at the ball!It seems that the family is not strict, directly take home a good education!

[Inappropriate person] [Technical flow] [Reckless man] [Abusive tricks] [Funny] [Hot blood] [Black belly] [Not the Virgin]

Traveling to another blue star, Lin Chen awakened the “Crafting and Selling System”. You can capture strangeness, sell it to the black mine for mining, and exchange for strangeness

It’s a pity that there are too few weirdnesses in this peaceful world. Under such circumstances, Lin Chen has searched for needles in a haystack for twenty years, but still has little to gain.

Until one day, Lin Chen received an invitation letter from a horror game…

This time, the purchase life started.

In the ghost restaurant, the head waiter looked at his empty restaurant with tears streaming down his face.

In the weird school, the students were shivering, and the principal lit cigarettes for them.

There is also a dungeon deserted village that makes all human players feel horrible, and eventually becomes a real deserted village.

I don’t know when, a legend of a treacherous dealer named “Uncle Chen” began to spread in the horror world…

This book is also known as:

【Professional Life of a Strange Dealer】

[The sixth child in a horror game]

【The strange nightmare in the horror world】

【Dungeon Terminator】

- Description from novelbuddy

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.”