There’s Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made! - Chapter 169: Dekan Strongly Condemns Mauleon

Yu Xinyan was a tragedy in her previous life. She grew up well, studied well, and should have a bright future, but was used by her adoptive parents to pay off her debts.

It’s okay to marry a second-married man, but she was also used by a scumbag to become a hen that doesn’t lay eggs, and she was blinded, cursed, and bullied by her stepson and stepdaughter for most of her life.

In the end, Yu Jie suffered from an incurable disease, and she didn’t wait for her husband’s greetings, but was kicked out of the house.

It happened that fate tricked people, and accidentally learned the real reason for her infertility. She wanted to be strong for a lifetime, but her life became a joke.

After rebirth, whoever loves this nanny wife should be whoever she wants.

Just as he was thinking about how to change the situation, he found a small space by chance and smiled at the golden finger given by God.

Cleanly kicked the so-called dedicated man, turned around and married the boss in the factory, who had a hard time getting a wife, and lived a sweet little life without shame or embarrassment, who knows who is happy.

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Tsubasa gets a second chance, reincarnated in the Naruto world.However, fate throws him into the Sengoku era, a time of relentless conflict.His sole advantage? A one-time cheat to create a ninjutsu. 'Venom' is his creation, his hope.Can this single ninjutsu ensure his survival and perhaps, something more, in this savage age?

I wanted to rely on hard work and hard work to become stronger, but I found that lying down is more comfortable.

The point is, you can upgrade while lying down!

Why should I stand when I can lie down?

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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.”