Strike Back, Proud Goddess! - Chapter 112 - Return to China

Reincarnated into a land of cultivation, Yuan Zhou uses his Earth knowledge and assumptions to become a genius under the heavens for both business and cultivation. However, he walks the path of defiance, exceeding all rational cultivation bounds. His business ideas struggle against the stagnant culture that pervades the land, but the things he doesn't lack are his drive for immortality and power.

New book, “My Wife is the Star Lord,” seeks your support~[Strong Female Lead + Doting Love Interest + Ancient Martial Arts + E-sports + A Touch of Fantasy]The Sinclair Family's second daughter, who has spent years practicing Ancient Martial Arts in the deep mountains, is returning to Kingsford for the college entrance exams.The Sinclairs are terrified: “The second daughter is a jinx! She brings misfortune to her father, mother, and the entire family. Stay away from her at all costs!”The young masters of Kingsford sneer: “A country bumpkin from the mountains will be easy to control. A little sweet-talking and she'll fall for it.”Only an old Daoist, who seems like a quack, pokes Aurora Sinclair's head with a serious expression: “Don't cause any trouble for your master when you go down the mountain!”***Half a year after returning to Kingsford—The Sinclairs, with eager faces: “Our second daughter is the hope of our entire village; don't get in the way of her making money!”The young masters of Kingsford, bruised and swollen: “Aurora Sinclair isn't a woman! Her fists are harder than a man's!”The old Daoist, gazing at the night sky, mutters mysteriously: “The Star of Romance is stirring! Which foolish boy is it?”The precious young master of a certain secret laboratory lets out a loud sneeze!The expressions of all the experts and professors change drastically: “Hurry and get a doctor!”***Male Lead: Alvin Morgan (Top Researcher)Female Lead: Aurora Sinclair (Hidden Bigshot)【Please add to your collection, send red beans, recommendation tickets, and monthly passes. The more, the better~】

Noah Weaverheart was nothing but a poor boy with zero talent in Magic.Stuck at the Apprentice Magus rank for years, he was bullied and looked down upon by everyone in the academy.His pathetic life met an end at the hands of an arrogant noble, who decided to bury him and go about his day like nothing happened.However, as he drifted in between the space between life and afterlife, a set of notifications appeared before Noah.[Suitable Host Found!][Initializing The Supreme Magus System!][…][ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!]Before he could understand what was going on, he found himself jolted back to life, but the notifications wouldn’t stop flooding his vision.[A bug has been discovered in the system!][Trying to fix bug…][Fixing Bug…][…][ERROR! FIXING FAILED!][ERROR! SYSTEM FALLING APART!][…][ERROR! BUG UNABLE TO BE FIXED!][The system has been corroded by the bug. All parameters broken down. Required EXP for leveling up now fixed, limits on quests completely removed, Penalty on quests disabled.]At first, he thought it was a disaster.Then he realized—this bug wasn’t a curse, but a huge blessing in disguise!With no restrictions holding him back, Noah could now level up endlessly—faster and stronger than anyone alive.From worthless trash to an unstoppable force, he would rise above all… becoming the most powerful magus in existence!But the more he learns about his broken system… he realized the bug might be something far greater, and far more dangerous than he ever imagined.

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.”