Fallen To The Ruthless Obssessive CEO - Chapter 551 - 456

Reborn, Chu Feng has got his system before the resurgence of Evil Spirits in full swing with the help of his past life's memories, and immediately travels to the origin country of this event--America.“Ding! Congratulations, host, for killing an Evil Spirit, you will receive the following rewards:1. Strength Attribute 4 points, Physique Attribute 4 points, Mental Attribute 3 points, Spiritual Power Attributes 10 points2. Lifespan 1 year3. ......”

[Villain System is now Online.][Commit atrocities, steal waifus and build cults that worship you.][Become the ruler of the entire world.][The Title of Final Boss is yours for the taking!]Lucas Estellan was one of the most important characters in the early stages of Aquestius and was the trashiest character to have ever been called trash.Things get even worse, however, when a unlucky gamer finds himself transmigrated into Lucas' body where not only must he survive the Legion, he must also figure out who or what has been tampering with the story.Fortunately or unfortunately for the new Lucas, he was granted a system. The Villian System.[Ding!][Villian Points can be earned through completing quests and performing villainous acts. The more heinous the deed, the greater the reward!]“I don't want to be a Villian!” Lucas said.Too bad!Stealing candies from babies? Check.Frightening little girls? Check.Causing chaos, strife and wars across the world? Check.Slapping the King in the face in front of the crowd? Check.With the system by his side and the Legion on his back, Lucas must become the greatest Villian the world has ever seen.How far will he be able to go?

Mira Carter was ready to die.Broke, betrayed, and buried by the people she loved, she ended her life, only to wake up in the body of Lorena Sanders, the country’s golden girl.…Well. Former golden girl.Now? Lorena is canceled harder than a convicted pop star.Public enemy number one.Accused of bullying her junior into suicide, sleeping her way to the top, and being the villain everyone always suspected she was.The internet wants her dead.Her family wants her silent.And the worst part?She discovers Lorena now has a husband.Lucas Atkins, a cold, ruthless billionaire with a face like sin and a hatred that burns like hellfire. He’s dangerous, powerful, and clearly didn’t marry her for love.The first time he looks at her, she swears he could snap her neck.The second time? She’s certain he’s already digging her grave.To top it all off, Lucas isn’t just a CEO with a god complex. He’s something else. Something not quite human.And now that Mira’s stuck in the face of the woman he hates the most, he wants her to suffer, for sins she doesn’t even remember.She doesn’t know what Lorena did.She doesn’t understand why the world wants her destroyed.She doesn’t even know how she’s going to survive.But she does know one thing:Hell has a new wife. And her husband is the devil himself.

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.”