After Giving up, the Fake Young Lady Was Group-Pampered - Chapter 235 - : The World in His Eyes

Ryan, an average guy, was making his way to the office, feeling the weight of his monotonous routine.Meanwhile, a being made entirely of pure light sat on a peculiar sofa, engulfed in darkness. This being was also experiencing boredom, but it was a far more intense sensation—so intense that he was on the verge of losing his mind and unleashing chaos.Just as he teetered on the brink of madness, a brilliant idea sparked in his mind, setting the stage for what was to come._______This is my first time writing, so I appreciate your constructive feedback. Thank you for reading—enjoy the journey!______Well I was just checking the synopsis and other things and after rereading the synopsis I think it's a bit too vague and complicated so I'm going to explain it in simple terms and tell a bit more about the novel▪︎▪︎Explain in simple words▪︎▪︎There was a guy Ryan who was walking to his office while feeling bored from his everyday lifeAnd there was another guy/entity who was also feeling bored, but he was feeling bored to the point of going crazy, so there came an idea to his mind......•••Explain a bit more than what is in actual synopsis•••Entity summons Ryan to his place and tells him he will reincarnate him in some world, and Ryan asks him Entity says you will know in the future then Ryan asks what do you want me to do entity say again you will know in future, and then entity reincarnate Ryan in some fantasy world as dragon and for more, you need to read ch...●●and for what I was thinking before writing this novel●●Well, aren't there many novels with Mc getting reincarnated in another world and no one saying they don't want to reincarnate or go to another world,Yeah, that's all I was thinking before I started writing it...

Death started her on the road of book transmigration. Transmigrating into different supporting females, snatching opportunities and men from the different worlds’ female leads’ hands. Hey, Female Lead, you can have the male lead, the supporting male is the one I want. Walking on this endless road, Xia Qiu did not expect that during these countless book transmigrations, the one she saved has always been the same person. He’s from outer space, trapped in the stream of time, with only a robot for company. Meeting her, falling for her…… However the sweetness isn’t easy. With a Boss as her man, Xia Qiu has a lot of worries. The Boss wants to bring me along as he destroys the earth, what should I do? #waiting online, quite urgent#

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Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.

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.”