Naruto: Paws and Whiskers - Chapter 316

This is my first original novel, it may be bad, but this is all in my mind and imagination. (Warning!! There will be an Incest genre) Thank you o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o(oh yeah I forgot, this cover is not mine, I just edited it, if you feel you own it and don't like me using it, please tell me)

On the first day of their flash marriage, Fu Chenlie proclaimed to Wen Ran: 'I will absolutely not engage in any improper relations with you.'On the second day of their flash marriage, Fu Chenlie kissed Wen Ran.Wen Ran: 'Didn't you say you wouldn't engage in a relationship with me?'Fu Chenlie: 'I also said, don't talk back!'

Transmigrating into a different world where Guardian Beasts reign supreme, Gu Xing is supposed to be the chosen one envied by all!The first Guardian Beast he summons turns out to be a rare Epic Level Enchanting Demon!However, just as all eyes are on him, this Enchanting Demon betrays him in public.“Master, he's offering too much!”She then turns to the embrace of a rich heir, leaving behind a scene full of ridicule.Yet no one knew, Gu Xing has awakened a system that could see through all Guardian Beasts' training paths!Amidst the laughter of the crowd, he contracts with an Angel deemed “crippled.”After using materials to heal her wounds, the Angel fully recovers...Gold... Legendary Talent!​

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.”