MTL - Don’t Pretend, I’m Actually Taking Special Forces - Chapter 953 Find Yang Li

“She's back, let's get a divorce.”After three years of secret marriage, he suggested divorce when she faced a family's crisis and was pregnant. He also turned a blind eye to her plea for help. Disappointed, she concealed her pregnancy and signed for divorce.She thought they would be strangers after the divorce, but her pregnancy was suddenly exposed.When he proposed remarriage, she angrily said, “I only want to keep the child with me, and if you want to see them, kneel down!”She thought he would give up when faced with difficulties, but she really underestimated his abilities.Soon, a video of him kneeling and begging for reconciliation was displayed throughout the day on the outdoor big screen in the most prosperous area of the city.

“Look Left.”Pierre, a professional cynic and amateur MMA fighter, dies in a hilariously ironic argument with the author of a garbage-tier webnovel. His final complaint? The pathetic hero gets stronger by touching women's chests.As a reward for his “passionate feedback,” a bored god reincarnates him into that very world.Now, trapped in a story he loathes, Pierre is given a gift: a leveling system and a power far darker than the hero's “Boobie Boost.” His is called Essence Drain: a parasitic ability to steal power through physical contact, an intimate violation that feels dangerously good.The hero of this world can have the plot armor and the clichés. Pierre will use his intellect, his brutal new power, and his insider knowledge to hijack the story. His first move? Steal the hero's fated beautiful navigator before they can even meet.They call him a menace. A criminal. A terrorist. Fine. If fighting a world run by corrupt Marines and preening nobles makes him a villain...He'll become the greatest villain the world has ever seen.-----------Additional tags:No Incest, No Rape, No Yuri, Harem, No Loli, One Piece, Transmigration, Pirate, Pirates, Princess, Shonen, No NTR

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.”

My sick sibling died so my usefulness is over. With that I choose to die, but I became a villainess in a third-rate novel?! In face of miserable end, I thought I can end this troublesome life with my own hands… But why do they keep trying to save me? “Don’t take your partner status from me, Selina.” “Can you dare to be greedy?” My life is getting better and better, and the day I will die is coming. What should I do?