Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day - Chapter 136: Learning Essence Circulation [II]

In a dark space secluded from the rest of the known galaxy, a young man wakes up in a struggle for his life.During his coming of age ritual, it was revealed that he possessed the heavy soul body, A talent that could potentially rival even the gods. Joy overtook his entire household as they prepared for the eventual rise of their clan.But on that same day, the Hand of judgement fell upon them extinguishing all traces of life on their planet leaving it as a dead world…As for him? Fate had other plans. Cast into the darkest and most secluded place in the known universe, The sanctuary, he is faced with a decision, become stronger and survive or wallow in misery and Die![You have Awakened ][ Hidden Class Unlocked : SSS Soul King— Supremacy over all Souls and soul kin ][ Innate Skill unlocked: Heavy soul brilliance— In the following 20 seconds host will become effectively Unkillable]-—WSA Entry-—

It tells a poignant love story. He was the most heroic man in history, and before his death he sang a sad song about a woman; she was the most charming woman in history, and before her death she danced a story about steadfast love. The story of the two had no beginning, only an ending of parting in death. After his death, he became a demon for her, and fought fiercely with the immortals of the three realms. After he was killed, his unique seven souls were hidden in various places by the immortals; she became a ghost for him, and before she passed away, she smashed Meng Po's soup bowl, and her soul flew away. Even so, he still vowed to subvert the three realms, find her in the next reincarnation, and marry her, even if it took a thousand years.

Jiang Jiuqing is the princess of a vanquished nation. No one knows her extreme cleverness hidden under her ordinary skin——she also doesn’t want others to know either. Staying out of things is her manner towards handling affairs, and wanting nothing is the norm in her life. However she has a white moonlight. After not seeing him for many years, he has now completely blackened, causing trouble everywhere——The world’s number one lobbyist, the peerless and magnificent Young Master Ji Yu.

Jiang Jiuqing had always thought that the reason why her white moonlight is a white moonlight is because he has forgotten about her, and will never belong to her. He is her master, and she assists him in lobbying the world. They are just allies, a symbiosis relationship, mutually using each other.

A long, long time later, Ji Yu said——

“This world is frantic and absurd. Malicious people die an ugly death, and the merciless people are sought after. I was never reluctant to leave until I met you.”

There are thousands of people in the world, and thousands of beauties, yet it is only you who can disturb my heart.

Are you ready to fall in love with the smartest and most cold-hearted people in the world?

The calm and cool-headed princess of a vanquished nation x the ruthless and revengeful number one lobbyist.

Male and female leads are both very strong, white cuts black.

“White cuts black” = someone who looks very gentle on the outside, but in fact, is actually very ruthless and two-faced

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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.”