Talismans Manifest Myriad Laws, Proving My Immortality - Chapter 119 - : Third-Tier Talisman Master

Cillian Carter crossed into another world, a place where everyone is given the chance to become a god.In this world, people design their own personal Domain of Divinity.Some build peaceful fairy realms, filled with light and music.Others shape mighty dragon sanctuaries, or chaotic worlds of ancient magic and war.But Cillian built something different.The Endless Abyss.A world cold, brutal, and hostile to life itself.A place where the ground bleeds, the air burns, and survival is a daily struggle.No peace. No safety. No rules.Welcome to the Endless abyss

Four years ago, Mu Xueyi and Zhou Zhenyue broke up.
Four years later, a news exploded in the business world, and President Zhou committed suicide by jumping off the building because he couldn’t let go of his old relationship.
Mu Xueyi thought she didn’t like Zhou Zhenyue, the Zhou family and the Mu family were incompatible business rivals. And when she approached Zhou Zhenyue, she was only forced by her father to be an undercover agent, cooperating with Mu Shi to steal business secrets.
Her father stole the document, and her and Zhou Zhenyue’s fate would naturally come to an end.
But……
It wasn’t until Zhou Zhenyue jumped off the building for her that she suddenly understood why she was so sad after breaking up.
It turned out that she had long liked Zhou Yuyue.
So Mu Xueyi resolutely crashed and died on Zhou Zhenyue’s tombstone.
She originally thought of Jiuquanxia and Zhou Zhenyue saying “I like you” that she never said.
Unexpectedly, I closed my eyes and opened my eyes,
Reborn to a year ago.
That is – the third year of their separation.
? ? ?
She seemed to see God, this bastard, smiling meanly at her:
Dear, your very familiar crematorium is in place~

[Gentle President Attack x Little White Flowers in the Early Stage, Blackening and Crazy Criticism of Beauty in the Late Stage]
-Ending HE
– Suffering from hardships, not slag
-The two heroines are not mine, but they are not perfect saints
– The above attack refers to the character, the essence is mutual attack
– Background default same-sex marriageable
– Anti-theft ratio is 100%

Content tags: Urban love, broken mirror, reunion, love contract, rebirth
Search keywords: protagonist: Zhou Zhenyue, Mu Xueyi ┃ Other:
One-sentence introduction: Running for a while, chasing his wife in the crematorium
Concept: The best way to love someone is sincerity, not deception

- Description from novelbuddy

BLURB> He was reborn by mistake. Raised with purpose. Loved by a god. Worshipped by monsters. And the galaxy doesn’t stand a fucking chance.Irvine’s soul took one wrong turn through the wheel of karma and woke up in a body grown by an intergalactic hivemind goddess with boundary issues and galaxy-sized ambition. Now he’s the golden child of a psychic swarm that feeds on control and burns whole worlds for affection.With Crystal at the helm, warriors like Kimchi, relic-weapons like Kiya, and a council of psionic horrors eager to call him king, Irvine must choose what kind of god he wants to be.Because when a hivemind learns to love......it doesn’t know when to stop.The universe will kneel—or get devoured trying.SYNOPSISIrvine didn’t ask to be reincarnated, but the cosmos had other plans. And it didn’t hand him a cheat code or a clean slate—just one random boon, selected by an uncaring divine roulette wheel.Good karma? Bad karma? Balanced as all fuck.Now he's reborn in the body of a psionically tuned alien hybrid, raised from psychic infancy by Crystal, the hivemind queen of a race so advanced they’ve abandoned individuality for shared omniscience. All except her baby boy.Irvine is the singularity inside the swarm, the first soul allowed to think, dream, and desire independently. Trained by warriors like Kimchi, advised by bio-symbiotes like Kiya, loved ferociously by hive sisters like Diane, and shadowed by powers ancient and unnamed, Irvine is both weapon and wielder, saint and sacrifice.But empires don’t run on hugs and handjobs. As Crystal expands her dominion—across star systems and sentient nebulae—Irvine must lead the charge through blood, fire, and psionic flame.His soul is still human. His body? Engineered for extinction. His heart? Not entirely his anymore.

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.”