Syl - Chapter 69: Caravanning

Derek Hart finds himself in an advanced world terrorized by extraterrestrial beasts called nightmares. Although he accepts a normal life the incident leading to his family’s death hurled his anti-climatic life into one that changes the future of Xon.

Teleporters, Superhumans, bionic humans, martial artists, no one is able to bring down a man with close ties to the soul force.

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After a surprise call about divorce, she finds herself in a whirlwind of emotions with her estranged husband.Caught between her father's illness and the her husband's family's expectations, she faced a decision to part ways with her aloof husband.~~~~~Three years of marriage, her husband never came home.But she's happy with it - because she secretly worked as his private chef.During the day, she receives a high monthly salary from him, manipulated and at his beck and call.At night, she's his little wife alone in an empty room every night, enjoying his luxurious seaside villa.Brimming with money and leisure yet her husband never came home, she was extremely content with her life.Until he caught her and pushed her against the bed, “Mrs, you've had your fun, isn't it my turn now?”

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.”

In the presence of strangers, Han Chen was always handsome and cold, making it difficult for others to get close to him. He was like the frosted snow – pure, and slightly chilly. Yet, he was also like the river flowing in the dark night – quiet and moving. To many, he was akin to an unparalleled and untouchable god.

Only in the presence of Bai Jin Xi would this famous top police superintendent expose his deeply hidden shameless nature.

“Come and sit nearer to me, I won’t eat you. At least, not now.”

“I have never touched other women before. Do you want to check my body?”

“Bai Jin Xi, never ever leave my side. Every year, every month, every moment, every minute, every second.”

In her heart, there exists an obstinate old man – one who has tirelessly loved her throughout all these years.