The Fake Rich Daughter Shocks The World After Reincarnation - Chapter 134 - Hiding Her Identity?

[Starting MAY 19th, I'll upload 3 chapters per day, or at least 2 if I'm busy IRL.][Ding! Resurrection of the Dead can be used on this target.][Ding! Extraction of the Dead can be used on this target.]…When he was surrounded by thousands of his enemies, Kai decided to comply by extracting his 'strongest skill' in order to cause chaos and drag more people to hell with him.However, when Kai extracted his skill, he awakened an unknown power that made him feel that he had complete control over everyone's life and death.A mysterious old man awakened from his slumber when he sensed Kai’s power and decided to help him, as this could be considered a fate.Nevertheless, everything came with a cost…[Ding! Re-Awakening the host’s class.][Ding! An error has been detected.][Ding! Finding a solution…][Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have awakened the Immortality Lord Class (???)]

Someone once saw me at the end of the world and respectfully called me the serpent that coils around the world—Jörmungandr.Someone once gazed upon my form at the edge of the Underworld and called me an ancient serpent—Satan.I was also feared by the gods and was called the hundred-headed dragon—Typhon.I have had many names—the serpent of creation, the serpent of sacrifice, the serpent of ceremony, the serpent of the world...But I have wandered through the chaos and arrived at the wilderness. There is only one divine name—the Primordial Ancient Serpent, the origin of everything.

A teenager who unexpectedly gets transported to the modern world from ‘the world of the immortals’ . He finds himself in the body of an ordinary guy. He wants to go back to his world and for that, he will have to practice to get stronger and investigate the reason why and how he crossed through to this world.

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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.”