The Substitute Bride Is Reborn and Loves Her Husband No more - Chapter 12: The burglar

A boy who lost his love for Formula racing after his father died on track, bringing calamity to his family. Left to care for his mother and sister, Luca does all he can to make ends meet. But it seems that every step he takes keeps pulling him back to the asphalt, and one sudden endeavor changes his life completely. [SYSTEM INITIALIZING......] [SYSTEM MERGING COMPLETE!] [Congratulations, you have attained the Formula 1 System] Luca rekindles his love for Formula racing as he strives to find his footing in this world. Rivalries and conspiracies may try to weigh him down, but Luca is determined to emerge victorious. [THE FORMULA 1 SYSTEM, A SYSTEM THAT WILL HELP HOST BECOME THE BEST RACER IN THE WORLD]

Following the death of his popular online persona, seventeen-year-old Suzuki Mato decides it's time to retire from professional VR gaming. However, his plans are abruptly cut short when he's kidnapped from his high school and forced to be a guinea pig for Genaco Gaming, the world's largest esports and entertainment company. Armed with nothing but his wit and a new online persona, he's thrown headfirst into the virtual reality of “Live No Evil,” a VRMMORPG littered with overpowered bosses, secretive NPCs, and backstabbing gods. His mission? Find a way to conquer this new world and get back at the company that took over his life, all while avoiding 'Parallel' -- a condition that would make it impossible to separate his real and virtual personalities. Because in a world obsessed with VR gaming, Parallel means death, and Suzuki just doesn't have time for that...

Su Luo finds himself reborn in the 2013 World Youth Championship, gifted with an extraordinary talent: the Da Luo template, guaranteeing 100% scoring accuracy with every shot!Dominating the tournament and leading the national youth team to the finals, Su Luo's triumph is cut short when he's expelled from the national team for visiting a nightclub. Defiant, Su Luo embraces his rebellious streak, discovering that each nightclub visit awakens new, legendary football skills.[One nightclub visit: Unlocks the Harland template, with unbeatable physical confrontations.][Five nightclub visits: Unlocks the Modric template, ensuring a 100% pass success rate.][Ten nightclub visits: Unlocks the Messi template, perfecting his game to a 100% success rate.]Real Madrid, Bayern Munich, Barcelona, Manchester City, and other football giants fall to their knees before the “Little Prince of the Nightclub.”Guardiola: “Su Luo is top ten in the world when he plays by the rules, but number one when he frequents nightclubs!”Klopp: “Su Luo was seen picking up girls in a nightclub last night? This match is as good as lost.”Wenger: “Come to Arsenal, and you can visit nightclubs every day.”Celebrities like Taylor Swift, Scarlett Johansson, and ElizabethOlsen can't resist his charm: “After last night, he's even stronger!”Desperate, the national team begs for his return: “Su Luo, please come back. We won't restrict you anymore!”Witness the rise of Su Luo, as his nightlife adventures transform him into an unstoppable football legend, reshaping the world of soccer with every visit to the club.Disclaimer: This is Translation

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.”