MTL - Don’t Pretend, I’m Actually Taking Special Forces - Chapter 870 catch the boss

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.

DEATH COULDN’T KILL HIM—IT JUST GAVE HIM A NEW LIFE TO DESTROY.Reo Carter was a name that made even the hardest killers shudder. A perfect hitman—no hesitation, no mercy. Until his own crew turned on him, leaving him bleeding out in a pile of bodies that used to be his enemies.But fate wasn’t done with him.He wakes up in a world of nobility, magic, and honor duels—trapped in the body of Leonhardt Caulem, the weakest, most useless son of Duke Caulem. A spoiled brat with no skill, no spine, and a reputation so pathetic that even servants look down on him.They think he’s weak? They have no idea who they just brought back.- Swords and magic? He spent his last life dodging bullets—this is child’s play.- Dueling etiquette? A knife in the ribs is the only honor that matters.- A noble’s life of luxury? He’s had enough backstabbing for one lifetime, thanks.He was once a ghost in the underworld—a man who didn’t exist. Now, in a world where strength is everything, he’s about to remind them what true fear looks like.The hitman is back. And this time, he’s aiming for something more.#NobleByDayKillerByNature #TheyBroughtBackTheWrongMan #FromHitmanToDuke #SayYourLastWords

It took Gu Yu twenty years to realize that he turned out to be the vicious cannon fodder male supporting role in a novel.
Forcing the protagonist to sign a contract, and being playful and affectionate, he ended up with his family ruined and his family destroyed.
Just as he was about to establish a good relationship with the protagonist Gong and take advantage of the loopholes in the plot,
Who would have thought that the protagonist Gong in the book, and the ruthless boss who did not get along with the protagonist in the end, was actually his ex-boyfriend who was abandoned by him in high school? !
Oh ho!
Gu Yu: Thank you for the invitation, please don’t bother me.

Gu Yu, who was forced to follow the plot, faced the furious protagonist Gong who seemed to be about to commit murder in the next second. His ex-boyfriend,
With the wife of the future protagonist Gong in his arms, his current gossip partner, he numbly recited the lines: “I warn you, this is my man.”
Seeing Fu Yeyu, who was blazing in the eyes of the opposite party, who could pounce on him and tear him apart in the next second, he couldn’t help but reflect on himself: Why can’t I think about the protagonist’s attack? !

The main attack, the idler should be the heartless attack × the irritable boss suffers
Gu Yu×Fu Huayu

Content tags: strong, broken mirror, reunion, entertainment circle, wearing books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Gu Yu, Fu Huayu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: Destroy, I’m tired
Conception: go round and round, or return to the original origin

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“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

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