Martial Cultivator - Chapter 697: Old Friends Falling Like Autumn Leaves

So, apparently I'm Albedo now...And to make things worse, I'm in the DC universe, which one exactly, I've got no fucking clue.Fuck man! Why do I have to be in the body of a inverted person! Do you know how attention drawing white hair and red eyes look like in the real world?! It's been like what, the 4th person who asked me if they were natural?!...I gotta dye this shit black, like my original hair was...(Author note: This fanfic is an AU of my other fanfic, where instead of Samael being in Marvel he is in DC/Young Justice.The world is a mix of the animated series and the comics - to give myself both a blueprint to work with and enough leeway, since I plan to make the characters have more of their comic capabilities.Also, It also has a chat group element, currently having Aizen, Light, and Azula in it as well as Samael.I hope you all enjoy it, see ya!)

[Class changing to the hidden class, Demonic Swordsman.] [You are the first one to discover the hidden dungeon.] [You are the first one to discover the hidden…] [You are the first one…] [You are…] I’m a gamer who uses ESP.

Shen Li originally thought that traveling to ancient times would be the biggest challenge in her life, but when she saw the marriage decree in front of her, her eyes turned dark, marrying that crazy critic Si Yan? Let’s destroy together!

Rumors of the gift of marriage spread like wildfire, and many people took pleasure in other people’s misfortune. Who didn’t know that the cold-faced general hated the delicate lady the most.

However…

At the palace banquet not long after, everyone saw Si Yan push his young wife into a corner, pampered her head, and coaxed her in a low voice.

“Look at how fast you ran just now, isn’t your leg hurting?”

Shen Li slapped his hand off with red ears and gave him a look.

“I’m ashamed to say, can you be normal, didn’t you see how strange those people looked at me just now?”

After opening her mouth, Shen Li realized that she was more like acting like a baby, and immediately put on a stern face.

“It doesn’t matter, you go to the study to sleep at night.”

After being taught a lesson, Si Yan smiled instead of anger.

“Okay, the bed in the study can just sleep two people.”

Shen Li frowned:?

Seeing her expression, Si Yan gave a “tsk” sound: “Want me to hug you to sleep? It’s really troublesome, but it’s not impossible.”

Everyone: Am I blind or deaf? Is this the decisive and unsmiling Si Yan?

This is probably a story of a wild wolf becoming a loyal dog.

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A Professional Transmigrator meets a newbie Regressor.

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He lived an average, fulfilling life and died of old age. The next moment, he opened his eyes as the Princess of Asmaria.

While looking forward to his new life, he died again.

And so began his 151,897,914th life as Samur Eckart.

Samur is a Professional Transmigrator- or so he says so, as he gets transmigrated into a new world every time he dies.

However, each time, his memories return only moments before his death. If he successfully survives, he gets to live that life, if he dies, well, he just moves on to his next moment of death.

Once again on the verge of death as Samur, he’s saved at the last moment by a young boy.

Surprise, surprise, the young boy is a Regressor.

As a man of honour, Samur intends to repay his debt then leave because the world is too inconvenient to live in.

Well, that’s what he thought, at least, but the Regressor and his friends are kind of… weird, and he can’t seem to get away at all?

However, not everything is as it seems. Samur’s whims have made him the part of an eternal lie.

Shadows dance in glee as they concoct a requiem far grander than anyone can imagine, while the Lights tremble in delight as the apocalypse threatens the Universe.

The dies have been cast, the play has been written, the characters are on the stage, and the sacrifices have been made.

And so, it’s finally time to let this game begin.