The God's Games - Chapter 33: Snowball The Holy Beast (Part 1)

It isn’t the strongest who survives. The one who survives is the strongest.”After being discharged from the military, Jin Seowoon did nothing but play games like a loser. One day, he was invited to the world of “Cloyd Survival,” which resembled a game he enjoyed.In that world were masters of martial arts, kings from other worlds, and notorious killers…It was a gathering of monsters that surpassed human imagination.Jin Seowoon had just one objective—to survive and become one of the top ten.Here lies a tale of survival with Jin Seowoon’s life at stake.

When Su Jiu dies on her eighteenth birthday, she transmigrates into a novel about painful love and becomes an adorable four-year-old child.

Zhouzhou was born with a lack of fortune, and after eating the Taoist temple into bankruptcy, she was finally driven down the mountain to beg for food. But inadvertently, she found a long-term source of sustenance.After adopting little Zhou Zhou, Madam Qin immediately sent a message to her youngest son, “Look, you have a daughter!”Qin Lie, who was supposed to be delighted at becoming a father, remained expressionless and said, “Send her away.”The young tyrants of the Qin family, who were supposed to be happy about having a little sister, looked disdainful and said, “We don't want her. She only knows how to cry, not fun at all.”Even the Qin family's arch-enemies were eagerly waiting to see Zhouzhou bankrupt the Qin family.However, Qin Lie signed contracts every day until his hands were sore, and the Qin family thrived, securing their position as the wealthiest family. Even the crippled seventh brother of the Qin family became able to run and jump.At a banquet, the young tyrants of the Qin family surrounded Zhouzhou, trying to please her.“Sister, we'll give you all the delicious food!”“Sister, what kind of story do you want to hear today? Brother will tell you!”Qin Lie walked straight over, picked up the little girl, and glanced coldly at his nephews, declaring ownership, “She's my daughter!”

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.”