MTL - My Whole Family Is a Little Strange - Chapter 3

“Uncle, I was punished for being late! ” “Buy the school. ”

“Uncle, I was bullied! ” “SEND THEM TO HEAVEN! ”

In this era of competing for fathers, Qin Sheng never competed for fathers. Those things were too extravagant. She didn’t have them, she only competed for uncles!

Ever since she had a rich uncle, she lived a life of fighting and being cleaned up by others, causing trouble and being scapegoated by others.

Her three big goals in life were to make him fall in love with her, fall in love with her, fall in love with her!

In the novels, all kinds supporting male leads are not only handsome but also talented. However, the existence of the female lead’s halo makes them lose their lives and properties!

In order to change this situation, male supporting role rescue plan officially starts.Gu Jinmi was inadvertently selected by the system. However, for her own happy future, she will work hard.

(There’s another novel with the same name but different author. The story is different too.)

- Description from Novelupdates

Three reincarnations. Fourth life.

She was chosen to grow up as the Child of Fate; but when the real Child of Fate appeared, she was sacrificed for that child.

In the second life, she was abused.

In her third life, she lived as a beggar.

“This country is not safe. Let’s defect!”

LeBlaine chooses to be re-born into a new family to defect. The family she chooses is…

… the family of the future biggest villains in the Kingdom.

“Let’s try to get along until the time of my exile!” is what she tried to do. But what happened was…?

“My daughter is the cutest IN THE WORLD!”

“Give me that building, I can use it as my sister’s bathroom.”

“Don’t worry, LeBlaine asked me not to hit you. Not to not kill you.”

“WHO, WHO MADE MY SISTER CRY?!”

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.”