Seeking Happiness - Chapter 113

Jin Runcandel is the youngest son of the greatest Swordmaster. After he gets himself kicked out of their clan, he meets a tragic fate…but before he dies, a God gives him a second chance. Now he must use his new power for good.

She died with her eyes wide open, waiting by the river for three days and three nights, only to be greeted not by her husband, but by her benefactor. As she looked at the blurred figure, her heart was deeply moved, and she silently made a vow: if she could be reborn, she would definitely marry him!… Later, she really was reborn.

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The number one famed goddess of the Fairy Realm, reborn in the modern world with the Eye of the Sky God, was by nature destined to bring immense wealth and nobility to others. Yet, the foolish family into which she was born treated her as a three-eyed monster and even sought to have her killed! Thankfully, a kind-hearted farming family adopted her. Since then, she took the relatives from her adoptive family and forged a business empire with them, catapulting them into prominence and blessing them with wealth and glory.The Eye of the Sky God granted her the power to see into the past, gaze into the future, command ghosts and deities, see through all things of the world, stabilize the four corners of the universe, and control the life and death of all beings. She solved supernatural cases, stood up for wronged spirits, punished the wicked, promoted the good, and rose to power by crushing the undeserving......Recommended completed stories from September: Sister works of this novel include “Space Divine Doctor: The Strongest Queen Reborn,” “Military Marriage Blaze: Wife Too Ferocious,” “Discarded Wife's Rebirth into Wealth: The Daughter's Rise,” “Divine Doctor Demoted Consort,” “Astounding Abandoned Empress: Divine Doctor Little Cute Treasure,” and “Explosive Little Medical Consort: The World's Number One Beloved.”

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.”