MTL - Harry Potter: Hello the Dark Lord - v3 Chapter 187 Bricks call you to death

A wedding forged in vengeance, where love is the only risk they never planned for.“Let's get married,” Mia says, her voice trembling despite the fire in her eyes as she meets Stefan's guarded gaze. She needs this—needs him—even if he looks at her like she's just another complication.Stefan arches a brow, unimpressed. “And why would I do that?”“We both know what it's like to be betrayed by the men who raised us,” she replies, refusing to back down. “They stole our birthrights and handed them to someone else. The only difference is… you're the illegitimate one. I'm not.”He studies her—this heiress in designer armor, hiding rage beneath polish. “So your grand plan is a wedding band as revenge?”“No,” she says, stepping closer, close enough for him to smell the jasmine and gunpowder. “It's the only weapon they won't see coming.”Their fathers built empires by manipulation and control. Now, their children are making a vow—to burn it all down.Two shattered heirs. One dangerous alliance. A marriage built on vengeance.Mia Meyers was born to inherit her father's empire—until he handed it to his bastard son instead. Stefan Sterling knows rejection too well, discarded by a father who only valued power. Now, these rivals-turned-co-conspirators hatch a plan: marry for revenge, crush their fathers' legacies, and take what should've always been theirs.No love. No feelings. No divorce.But as lines blur between strategy and obsession, the real question becomes: can two enemies survive a marriage built not on trust—but on spite?

Chiba has crossed, and the world of Naruto was born to the civilian orphans of the Nine-Tails Rebellion.

Reminds me of the upcoming battle.

Konoha’s collapse plan, Penn’s invasion, and fairy fights in the Fourth Ninja World War.

Chiba felt a headache.

As a commoner orphan with no cheating, no blood, no background, and mediocre talent, how can he survive and avoid hanging the southeast branch on the divine tree in the future?

Until one day, a mechanical electronic synthesis sound sounded.

“Congratulations, the world reset was successful. From this moment on, your life has become a game.”

Since then, Chiba has begun her own road of invincibility.

The Fourth Ninja World War.

Facing the super god-level boss Uchiha Madara who shouted “Do you want to dance too?”

Chiba said: I even want to dance!

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Kawaki, who was born in the dragon vein of a planet (Altana), first met Umibozu who was traveling in the universe, and his girlfriend, Kouka.Later, he came to Earth by accident and met the teacher who affected his life —Yoshida Shouyou.He also met a group of friends. The most conspicuous among the group of friends is a fool with silver hair and naturally curly hair, a short man with purple hair, and a little devil whose catchphrase is “Not Zura, it's Katsura!”Gintama Doujin, not transmigration.

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.”