Reincarnated With A Summoning System - Chapter 6 - 6

In her previous life, she was humiliated and bullied every day. Her relatives despised her and her friends played tricks on her! Her mother and elder brother died one after another early. She gritted her teeth and survived the adversity alone, but only managed to live for twenty-six years!When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back in time twenty years ago. To swallow insult and humiliation silently and let history repeat itself? If everything couldn't be changed, what was the point of her rebirth?! Who can stop her now that she defies her destiny and her abilities are emerging? In front of others, she is an ordinary student with an indifferent personality, isolated by her classmates. Behind their backs, she works step by step to build a brilliant and extraordinary business network.

Mr. Gu, I have a crush on you######Recommending a new book: “Empire Master, You Are Mine”(The main text is completed, feel free to dive in) “Mr. Gu, I indeed have a crush on you. I'm not very brave, and I dare to say such words of liking you only once. If you have not the slightest bit of that kind of feeling towards me, then I will resign right now.”“Very well, An Junxi, no one has ever dared to threaten me.”“...So, what now?”“You have provoked someone you shouldn't have. Stay where you are, I will come over immediately!”

“Lord God is unattainable.” The system vowed.

“Can you take me home?” The icy Lord God tilted his head, his long eyelashes drooped, his eyebrows beautiful, and he begged her.

“?”

“The gods will be blackened, and it is a arduous project to redeem him,” the system said.

then……

The fireman came from the fire, hugged the little cartoonist, lowered his eyes and smiled: “Would you like to draw me for a lifetime?”

The sports student pinched the deflated can in one hand, stared lazily at the slender dancer like a white swan, and said in a low voice, “I want you to dance and show me.”

In the interrogation room, the indifferent and sharp commander took off his black leather gloves, his badge was sharp in color, and his thin lips parted lightly: “Place me.”

system:”……”

Turn a blind eye to you who should cooperate with my performance.

#Strongly twisted melon is not sweet

#forever overturning

There is a god above the nine heavens, and the white clothes are as unattainable as snow.

later,

The gods had delusional thoughts, and since then fell, only one person was blessed.

[1v1 Shuangjie sweet pet, the male and female protagonists have no memory in double slices, and the sick Jiaoyu sister and the lady’s milk buns have everything]

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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.”