The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband - Chapter 404: Wanted

Originally, the question Tang Xian was thinking about was whether he should be a hero for a second among this group of destructive bosses, or continue to pretend to be a boss.

Later he found out that if you pretend to be fake, it becomes real.

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«Until death do us part.»That was our vow.And she kept it... by driving her sword through my chest.I was a hero. A symbol. The one chosen by the gods to free humanity.I fought for her. For us.But in the end, it wasn’t the demons who killed me.It was the woman I loved.Helena betrayed me.I fell with my heart shattered and my blood burning between my fingers.But death wasn’t the end.I woke up in another body, in another world...No, not exactly.I woke up inside the very story she wrote.And now, I am Daven von Riesenhart:the bastard son of a marquess, a noble outcast with a name no one respects, and a life I never asked for.I no longer believe in ideals, in gods, or in happy endings.I won’t fight for others.I won’t die for anyone.This time, I’ll live only for myself.And if surviving means deceiving, betraying, or destroying...so be it.Even if it makes me the villain of this story.

Takuya accidentally travels to the world of Naruto with a max-level game account.As a mixed-blood Uchiha, Takuya states: “Sharingan? Mangekyō? Aren't these standard equipment?Once you reach the right age, don't they naturally awaken?Why do you need emotional trauma to activate the eyes?Why do you need to transplant eyes to obtain the Eternal Mangekyō?That's so outdated!A real man should awaken it on his own!As for the Nine-Tails, isn't it a common pet?Look, my Nine-Tails is even white!It can fight independently outside my body and even resist the Ten-Tails!This is how the Nine-Tails should be!Kurama, you...”Disclaimer: The cover image is not owned by me. If you are the original owner and would like it removed, please kindly let me know.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”