After Transmigration, The Male Lead and I had a HE - Chapter 9

In a world steeped in tradition and shadowed by secrets, a young girl’s life is torn apart when her family is destroyed, and her heritage stolen. Her father, in his final act, seals away a legendary power and treasure, leaving her with nothing but cryptic clues and a burning desire for vengeance.With a blade in her hand and rage in her heart, she embarks on a perilous journey, unraveling the dark conspiracies that surround her family's legacy. As she faces deadly foes and unearths long-buried truths, she must decide whether to unlock the immense power her father protected—or let it remain hidden.Her path is one of blood, betrayal, and redemption. Will she rise above the chaos, or will the weight of revenge consume her? Witness the making of a legend in this gripping tale of sacrifice and retribution.

Qiu Tong transmigrated into a storyline about the poor family background of three major villains..

Her father was a financial fraud, and the three children she raised by herself would become super villains in the future. Their family would end up miserable.

Qiu Tong wanted to leave, but the three children were so pitiful. Without her, they would die.

In the end, she decided to change their fate!

After that, Qiu Tong worked hard to earn a lot of money and became the richest person in City A. The three children also went from gloomy little devils to bright little angels. They even referred to her during their interview.

The jaws of the executives dropped when they saw the interview.

“These children look exactly like the President!”

“President, bad news. Your children are looking for a stepfather for their mother!”

Before long, Qiu Tong was brought to the magnificent palace where a handsome man was waiting.

“You want to run away now after stealing my seeds?”

“What do you want then?”

“I want your heart in exchange.”

Qiu Tong: Charming looks and exceptional character. Off-the-charts martial arts skills and a minor expert at money-making.

Eldest Child: Male, genius in chemistry.

Second Child: Male, extreme martial arts skills.

Third Child: Female, their mascot in her little cotton-padded jacket. A highly-intelligent and skilled hacker.

Jin Yang: S Country’s President. Handsome and cold-hearted. He was set up to have a one-night stand with Qiu Tong. He only found out later that she kept the children.

One day, countless natural wormholes tore open across the Blue Star Continent, revealing gateways to countless worlds. With this discovery, humanity was thrust into an era of interdimensional conquest, waging war across realms to seize power and resources.Su Xiuyu, a seemingly ordinary high school student from Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School, lived a mundane life—until his third year, when everything changed. Awakening the mysterious **Reincarnation System**, he regained memories of a past life and the truth of his existence. He wasn’t just another student—he was a traveler, a reincarnator destined to walk the path between worlds.His journey began in the brutal Warring States Period of the Naruto world, where blood and war shaped legends. But that was only the beginning. With each reincarnation, he would step into new universes, face gods and monsters, and carve his name across the multiverse.From the shadows of history to the frontlines of cosmic battlefields, Su Xiuyu would rise, one world at a time.

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.”