Cult of the Sacred Runes - Chapter 225 – The Qing Family

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Yunran, the queen of mercenaries in the last days, unexpectedly transmigrated into the ugly and stupid second lady of the prime minister’s mansion of Dongzhou Kingdom, with two three-and-a-half-year-old Xiaotuanzi.

Mengbao No. 1 has a photographic memory, an “ordinary” poison doctor genius.

Mengbao No. 2 awakens the super spiritual root once in a millennium, and with a little fan punch, the earth shakes.

And she, with the treasure of space in her body, contracted the ancient beasts, and refined the peerless divine pills! ?

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Just as Yunran was gearing up, ready to experience the joy of torturing scum.

But who can tell her what happened to these big bosses who suddenly appeared?

The first tyrant: There is a throne here, you take the time to inherit it.

Cold-faced God of War: Uncle thinks you have the talent of a general, look at this million-strong army…

The first imperial merchant: Come, the second uncle will show you the happiness of a rich woman.

Heihua Guoshi: Whoever bullies you, the third uncle will curse him.

A certain ghost king imprisoned the person in his arms, and said coldly: “Close the door, let the monsters go, and no one will try to steal the king’s treasure.”

Yunran:? ? ? ?

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Rumor has it that Mo Beiyuan, the ghost king, with a pair of ghost pupils, a lone star of the devil, and a womanizer, is the most difficult person in the Five Kingdoms.

Yunran not only provoked, but also became the one on the cusp of his heart.

#He used to be a devil in the dark, but he is willing to walk out of the abyss hell step by step for her#

[The heroine is not weak, she is physically and mentally clean, 1v1, cute baby]

- Description from novelbuddy

The six prefectures of Zhongbo were offered to foreign enemies on a silver platter, and Shen Zechuan was taken into custody in the capital, reduced to a drowning dog—loathed and condemned by all.Xiao Chiye followed the scent of the furor and made his way over. But instead of setting others on him, he kicked Shen Zechuan with his very own leg, rendering the latter an invalid. Who would expect this invalid to turn around and bite him in a counterattack until he was all drenched in blood?That was the start of an epic feud between both men who tore at each other every time they come face-to-face with one another.“Fate wants to bind me here for life, but this is not the path I choose. The yellow dust submerged my brothers deep under. I have no wish to bow in submission to an illusory fate. The imperial edict can’t save my troops, and the imperial court can’t fill the stomachs of my mounts. I’m no longer willing to lay down my life for this purpose. I want to surmount that mountain. I am going to fight for myself.”Note: A ‘drowning dog’ is someone who is down and out, having lost favor or power.

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.”

I have been reincarnated as a mob. Isn’t that usually how it starts, right? But this development feels a little strange, doesn’t it? Most people would be sad to be a mob, but then they end up having a significant role and overshadowing the protagonist. Well, that’s only natural. After all, I know the story and work hard from the beginning, so it’s only natural that I excel.

So, the correct way to express it would be like this:

“I’ve been reincarnated as a mob protagonist.”

“I’ve been reincarnated as a mob.”

To put it accurately, “I’ve been reincarnated as a mob in a popular novel. I’m a character who doesn’t appear in the story at all.”

Well, some people might say, “Hey, if that’s the case, you’re not even a mob!” But the thing is, that novel is popular, you know? It’s been adapted into a game.

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