I Became a 6★ Gacha Character - Chapter 545: Honey, Poison, Flame 5

Arranged marriage? Or a child first and then love?After being defeated and captured, the dragon slayer Leon became the prisoner of the Silver Dragon Queen. Facing certain death, Leon made a desperate move.In a twist of fate, he impregnated the queen right before he was supposed to die.He thought that by doing this, he could condemn the queen to live with the shame for the rest of her life, fulfilling his mission as a dragon slayer.But two years later, when Leon opened his eyes, he found a little dragon girl with a tail beside him.“Daddy! You finally woke up!”Not only was Leon alive, but he had also become the father of this little dragon girl.After that, the Silver Dragon Queen started her relentless revenge. In a way that was truly “tit for tat,” she subjected Leon to non-stop bed exercises. But as a mere human, how could he possibly withstand the unending onslaught of a dragon's... desires?Leon decided to escape.However, every attempt ended in failure.Finally, under the queen’s threats and bribes, he resigned himself to being a stay-at-home dad.“Hm, you’ve been behaving well. I’ll reward you by having a second child with me,” the queen declared.Leon swore, “I’d rather die! I’ll leap from the Silver Dragon Palace, and I still won’t have a second child with you!”

In the 21st century, a female military doctor, Lu Jiao, transmigrated into a novel and became the vicious mother of four little villains and the wife of the future First Assistant.

In the novel, the four little ones would grow up into villains who committed all kinds of crimes and killed people without batting an eye. Eventually, they would end up getting killed by the male and female protagonists. To avenge his sons, the First Assistant would transform into the final boss and die after committing many sins.

Lu Jiao looked at the four little ones who were only up to her knees, then looked at the bedridden First Assistant. Forget it, she would do a good deed by educating these children properly and giving the First Assistant medical treatment while she was there.

What she didn’t expect was that the four little villains and the future First Assistant would want nothing more than to send her to her death.

They attempted to strangle her in the middle of the night, use broken pieces of porcelain to slice her arteries, and poison her food. Lu Jiao was furious. “I’m not doing this anymore. If you want to become villains, go ahead.”

However, the four little ones now refused to let her go.

“Mummy, please don’t go. We’ll be obedient from now on.”

A fickle, decadent, wilful person going through life like it’s a game.

An experienced, logical mind that’s above feelings.

This was a relationship that had started off with “Carpe Diem”, but slowly turned into a bloodless, psychological battle. They shared a mutual distrust, but also mutual attraction. As they suspected and tested each other, challenging each other’s limits, they both fell into the enemy’s hands with their eyes wide open. Sentiments growing amidst ignorance, they finally, were caught in their own traps.

Winner takes all,

Loser stands small.

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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.”