The dragon's harem - Chapter 826: Infinite Chaos

This book is also known as ’Because I Spoiled My Wife Too Much, I Was Forced to Become an Invincible Antagonist.’ Gu Lan transcended into a fantasy novel as a supporting scholar. He even gained a beautiful and delicate wife. He had initially planned to live quietly, avoiding all kinds of trouble based on the original plot, and spending his life peacefully with his beloved wife. But he happened to acquire the ’Read and Copy Books System’! As long as he read and copied books, he could extract cultivation, becoming a saint and even a deity! Due to being overly invincible, Gu Lan casually crushed major antagonists when he ventured outside. Sons and daughters of fortune were eager to acknowledge him! As his strength skyrocketed, his career went surprisingly smoothly as well. One day, Gu Lan, the top scholar from the high school examination, entered the palace and saw a stunning empress behind the curtain, who looked very familiar! “Babe?” “Darling, don’t you not recognize me when I put on the dragon robe?” “...” From that day on, the whole world knew about this extraordinary couple. The original male protagonist: “He’s already a Heavenly Emperor, and I’m just at the third stage of martial power. How am I going to compete?”

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.”

Everywhere Leticia went, she was compared to her siblings.

Sadly, it was all too common.

She was not as pretty as her second sister Diana,

nor as smart as her third brother Emil,

nor as good with a sword as her fourth brother Xavier,

nor as talented with magic as her youngest sister Irene. However, she was never jealous or envious of her siblings.

In fact, she was proud of them. And yet, she never knew that her family was ashamed of her. Until the moment her family abandoned her.

I can see ghosts. Even the ghosts inside games. But then…”Ah! Not there, over that way! My family heirloom is hidden there.” The ghosts in the game keep revealing hidden pieces to me.