The Guide to Conquering Earthlings - Chapter 16: 0

The strongest Demon Lord dies, and reincarnates as a human. Not only that, he because of various incidents turns into the hero’s best friend.

Follow his journey as he tries to help the hero escape his fate, and on the sideline to conquer the continent while he’s at it.

Chu Hao was reborn in another world. With the memory of his past life, he embarked on a journey to conquer the heavens and the worlds, and finally became the Eternal Heavenly Emperor.[Rebirth], [Exploration], [Battle]

The eldest daughter of Hou Di of Anding, who fled for her life, was concussed by someone slapped with a brick. When she woke up, she became the young daughter-in-law of a farm family.

There are many crises outside, and I am afraid that my life will not be guaranteed. Xi Yao feels that the vest cannot be dropped, nor can it be dropped in death…

In order not to be driven away, Xi Yao, who worked hard, accidentally became the group pet of the Zhou family, and everyone protected her.

Zhou Rong, who had never seen a bride since he was a child, was blackmailed by his father-in-law. He even exploited the money to take the exam. He married a sick wife. OK, absolutely impossible.

In order to express his position, Zhou Rong spoke coldly and ruthlessly, and then found that his little daughter-in-law treated the family’s milk baby better than him…

He thinks that his daughter-in-law is very good, and thinks that he can still work hard…

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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.”