She Lives without Regret in This Life - Chapter 440 - 450: Street Rat

Chu Chen, who used to be an ordinary university student from a common family, gets a peculiar system installed in his head one day.The system makes him capable of obtaining all kinds of valuable properties as long as he finishes the various check-in missions it sends out.What's more, a Good-Luck card in his possession brings him enormous luck, allowing him to solve whatever trouble that comes his way with almost no difficulties. Due to his abundant wealth and attractive appearance, Chu Chen receives great attention from the public and the admiration of dozens of pretty girls.But Chu Chen is, after all, a man with honesty and integrity, so with his money and luck, he helps his friends in need and punishes wrongdoers. With all kinds of different character perspectives and situations.This story vividly portrays the realistic and materialistic sides of people as well as the convenience and power of a rich man.-----This book is also known as “Why Am I So Handsome, Still So Rich, You Are So Ugly, Still So Poor”, “Being the Rich Man is Too Hard, I Don't Want to Be One Day”, and “Becoming the Rich Man from Sign in”

If Xiao Yan had never lost his Dou Qi initially.If Yao Lao had died within the Soul Ring due to severe injuries.If Xiao Yan happened to join the Hall of Souls by chance.If a butterfly flapped its wings and altered the course of fate, how would the gears turn?“.... Who are you?”“Hall of Souls, Xiao Yan!”--------------------Worlds: Battle Through the Heavens, The Great Ruler.Tags: Action, Adventure, Romance, Harem, Weak to Strong, Clever Protagonist.Minor Tags: Comedic Undertone, Pets, Reincarnation, Kingdom Building.No System / No Prior Knowledge of the World.

Jiang Zhi was a good person in her past life. She was so good that she was placed on a pedestal and married a scumbag for the sake of her family’s fate. It was a painful life, but in the end, her family still felt that she did not do well enough.

When given a chance to start over, Jiang Zhi expressed that she would reject emotional blackmail and choose her own fate!

Hence…

Father Jiang, “Your husband likes to watch beautiful women dance. Do you want to go get lessons?”

Jiang Zhi smiled and nodded. The next day, she went to apply for a boxing class and beat up the scumbag at the red-light district.

Stepsister, “Hey, stop working out. Only by being as weak as me can men have the desire to protect you.”

Jiang Zhi smiled. “I can beat ten weaklings like you with one hand.”

The divorce and face-slapping happened in one go. Jiang Zhi became an anomaly in the family, causing panic and eventually being expelled from the family.

Everyone was waiting for her to come back crying and beg for mercy.

However, surprisingly, Jiang Zhi, who had left home alone, was doing very well. She started a company, invested in it, and managed celebrities… She even picked up a handsome little celebrity to raise.

The little celebrity was destitute, but he actually had the constitution of a koi fish. Ever since she picked him up, Jiang Zhi was lucky and her business went smoothly. She even had fewer enemies.

But… her waist was hurting too.

Seeing that it was getting better after Jiang Zhi’s divorce, the wealthy ladies were extremely jealous.

Later on, Jiang Zhi became the big boss of the Beijing circle. Her family kept sending her candidates and asking her to choose a marriage partner.

Jiang Zhi waved his hand in frustration. “You want me to marry you? Unless you’re the richest man.”

The next day, a photo of the mysterious richest man in the country was taken and trending.

Jiang Zhi, “???”

Why did this photo look more and more like the little celebrity beside her?

The next second, Jiang Zhi was pinned down on the bed by the man. “I’ve been with you for two lifetimes. When will I be able to become a full-time employee?”

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.”