Lady Su’s Revenge - Chapter 34 - Beggar’s Chicken

Hye lived his entire life without a class. After the apocalypse hit the human world, strange creatures invaded and killed humans while new lands were being added.

Systems were given to humans and with the help of the guides, humans started to fight back for their lives. All of this happened under the watch of the venerable beings who were shining stars in the sky; gods!

Hye dreamt his entire life of a chance to prove himself. He was a hard working, earnestly learning and smart youth. However, the apocalypse never was merciful to such humans at all.

Until one day he got a chance to go back in time, when everything started. At this new starting point, he found himself able to finally obtain what he wanted, a class for himself and power beyond imagination.

But will things be this easy for him?

Sebastian’s life was defined by loss. Orphaned, abandoned, and beaten down by a world that seemed determined to crush him, he met his end alone on the streets, broken by poverty, sickness, and heartbreak. Yet death was not the end.He awakens in a void between worlds, confronted by a strange, otherworldly presence and a mysterious statue that hints at power beyond mortal comprehension. There, Sebastian burns and is reforged as Sebastian Nekros, an extra in the world of “The Celestial Arena.”Thrown back into the living world, Sebastian must navigate a realm where morality is relative and every choice carries weight. As he experiments with his abilities, he encounters allies, rivals, and enemies who test not only his strength but his understanding of what it means to wield life and death. With the line between salvation and annihilation growing thinner by the day, Sebastian faces a choice that will determine the fate of the world itself: embrace his powers fully and reshape existence in his image, or sacrifice everything to restore balance and prove that even the most broken soul can leave a mark on eternity.discord invite--- https://discord.gg/RYm8kCzKyh

【Suffer first, enjoy later】Married for three years, Aiden Fordham only met with her twice a month, each time merely fulfilling marital duties. He was indifferent to her, knowing nothing about her, until the three-year term was up. He eagerly went to find his Lover, and she turned away nonchalantly: “Aiden Fordham, let's divorce, I'll help you out.” From then on, she no longer expected anything from him, abandoned family, returned to her career, until she shone brilliantly, back at her peak, with no place for him by her side. Yet, he was repeatedly captivated by her talent, gradually attracted to her, until she completely left, only then did he learn the truth from years ago. It turned out, he had forgotten her twice, she had traveled thousands of miles to his side to resolutely protect him, just to repay a life-saving grace from the past. Regret came too late, while she had long become an unapproachable national treasure for everyone. The journey to win her back was long, only to be told “Madam, no longer wants to be the richest wife.”This time, it’s his turn to protect her, he must take drastic measures~

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.”