The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss - Chapter 2740 - : Battle of the Mixed-race (1)

He swore that if he was given a second chance to live, he would live his life to the fullest.His life was full of misery but he was reincarnated in the body of the son of the strongest expert in the empire.He had the looks, wealth, and women. He was known as the “Handsome Playboy” and he didn't want to become a righteous protagonist.He awakened a system that can make him strong by making others feel the 7 sins towards him.He will collect many beauties and live to the peak of life.

[You have just awakened your first dragon: SSS-Rank Fire Dragon.]Drahon was born with dragon-like horns, and because of that, his parents abandoned him at an orphanage. Mocked, bullied, and branded a freak, he never knew where he truly belonged.Until one day, while serving punishment, he stumbled upon a mysterious egg...A dragon egg that opened a portal and led him into The Dragon Game.[You have summoned an SSS-Rank Demon wrymling.][You have evolved your SSS-Rank Primordial Frost Dragon into a Multi Fire-Frost Dragon.][Upgrading Fire-Frost Dragon Roar ×10...]Bond with dragons and summon them in battle? Of course. All Ranked 'SSS'Draconic skills? Master them.Monster bosses? Shatter them.Half-dragon, half-monster abominations? Burn them.Mandatory roleplaying? Absolutely. Rule kingdoms, command medieval armies, and go to war.Enemies? They’re just EXP.And just after Level One, he uncovers the shocking truth behind the game’s existence...And discovers the reason for his horns: he’s half dragon, and that grants him the ability to transform into a half dragon, half human form.[You have just slain a cerberus-class half-dragon monster.][Absorbing essence...]And now?He’ll be more than the horned freak they abandoned —He’ll become Dragon Lord.[A/N: It gets much better after level one]

Shen Yan insisted on marrying this Fu Hang even at the risk of being abandoned by her family and relatives. She thought that after three years, she would be able to melt the ice in his heart. However, when this man detained her and forced her to kneel in front of his family to confess to mistakes she never committed, Shen Yan realized that this man’s heart was made of ice. When she fell into the water alongside her elder sister-in-law, Lin Xing, Fu Hang jumped down at the first moment and saved Lin Xing. He carried Lin Xing to the hospital while Shen Yan, who did not know how to swim, could only wait for the guard to save her. The child in Lin Xing’s stomach could not survive the ordeal and she had a miscarriage. Fu Hang brought Shen Yan to his family without any explanation and asked her to kneel and admit her mistake. His eyes under his sharp brows were piercingly ruthless as if he stabbed a knife into Shen Yan’s heart. “After Big Brother passed away, he only left a child behind. You shouldn’t have killed this child!” “I didn’t do it. She jumped down herself!” “What are you waiting for? Kneel and admit your mistake!” Three years into her marriage, Shen Yan was convinced that even a dog was more valuable than her in the Fu family, what more Lin Xing who Fu Hang really loved. Right before one of her kneecaps was about to land on the ground, Fu Hang still thought that Shen Yan would admit to her mistake. Little did he expect Shen Yan to slowly straighten up and said, “Fu Hang, let’s divorce. I’ll just pretend that I fed the past three years to the dogs. Nobody is worth wasting my youth on after this!” Therefore, Shen Yan decided to return home and accept her inheritance that was worth hundreds of billions. A glorious life awaited!

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.”