Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time - Chapter 664: Rumbling Mountain Grizzly Bear

From [Running], to the physics-defying [Godspeed].From [Aiming], to the causality-transcending [Bullseye].From [Health Cultivation], to the everlasting [Immortality] among men.From [Fitness], to the flesh-ascending [Turning into a Dragon].Having been reborn, Xue Jing, after gaining a panel that infinitely enhances skills, set a minor goal for himself.In this dangerous world filled with martial artists, Blessed Ones, and Transformed People, he aimed to rise above all merely with his mortal flesh and blood—to become the supreme deity among men.

[1v1 pure love + transmigration + ancient martial arts + highly pampered by disguise group + mysticism + entirely fictional universe]Gu Zhiqi transmigrated into the role of the vicious female antagonist.The heroine was a true heiress with numerous disguises, while she, usurping the nest of others, constantly framed the heroine, and in the end, tragically received her 'boxed lunch' as the fake heiress.Gu Zhiqi: Even transmigration can't stop me from retiring!However, transmigration couldn't, but poverty could.Master Zhi was forced into business!...#Breaking! Gu Family's fake heiress, Gu Zhiqi, kicked out and now swindling money as a fortuneteller under a bridge#The protagonists' group style started to go awry.Eldest Brother Gu: Need money? Take this neighborhood.Second Brother Gu: Second bro gives you an entertainment company.Third Sister Gu: Just made a billion, keep it safe.Fourth Brother Gu: Young master's championship prize money, take it.Money-loving heroine: Need money? Pick any color card you like.Biological brother: Come back to inherit the family fortune.Gu Zhiqi: “...” Huh? What happened to the vicious female antagonist script?...#Breaking! Everyone in the Gu Family is a top player in their fields, except the fake heiress who's nothing but a pretty face#And then, the big shots started calling one after another.First Big Shot: Our alliance's ancestral site doesn't have better feng shui than under a bridge? Master Gu, reconsider?Second Big Shot: Need money? Think about that last order.Third Big Shot: Have time for fortune-telling, but no time to write papers?Fourth Big Shot: Miss Gu, I have a surgery here, what do you think......Gu Zhiqi: Read, retiring, do not disturb.A certain movie star: You just used my account.Gu Zhiqi, who had swindled enough money to retire, “...” ?!

Asahi Aito died in the accident and finds himself in a white room and met Oldman he saves in the accident and It turned out he was a God and gave him an offer to be reincarnated and he let out the Youngman of the worlds that spit out by gacha along with the skills.---------------------Crown_Ball is here! I'm here again so treat me nice especially my grammar haha, so I hope give me some adviceBtw I don't own anything I use from the other work except the OC I made in the future also I don't own the picture.I made this for my fun and Spew out my Imagination in my brain.

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.”