The Real Young Miss's Secret Identities Revealed - Chapter 1257 - Capture the Target

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.

The Heavenly Voice was bestowed upon the world, and so the calendar of the Great Dao began. The world entered a new age of digitized cultivation. Humanity activated the immortal destiny seal to become cultivators.

[SPECIAL QUEST:Objective: Have sex with Selene on a crowded metro train.Success Condition: Keep her quiet and avoid being seen.Reward: +7 SP | Unlock: ‘Shadow Touch’ | Bond Access with Selene initiated.]Nash Blaze blinked at the screen.“Excuse me… what?”..............They say the Upperworld is paradise, clean air, real sunlight, and lives worth living.Down here, we've got rust, shadows… and Breakball.A savage fusion of street basketball, bloodsport, and raw spectacle, Breakball is the only way out of the slums.No rules. No mercy. Men and women grind together, shirtless or in skin-tight outfits, fighting for points, pride, and power.Drugs flow. Sex sells. One match can change your life... or end it.And once a year, the rich come down to watch us bleed. The Blood Star Invitational, one shot to rise, or vanish forever.Nash Blaze was built for this world. Quiet. Tactical. Obsessed with winning. A pass-first point ghost who made his trash team look like stars.But on the day of their miracle call-up, his teammates kicked him out.“You're too weak for the pros. Just a ghost on the court.”Even his girlfriend left him, right into the arms of the new team ace.Abandoned, forgotten. Nash was ready to disappear.Until something inside him snapped.[REWRITE SYSTEM ACTIVATED]Categories: Body | Mind | Lust | Dominance. Boosts gained through Training, Victory, Seduction. Trait: Erotic Ascension | Hidden Stat: LegacyNow, Nash can rewrite everything, muscle by muscle, stat by stat. From stamina to sex appeal, reflexes to raw size, every conquest pushes him closer to the top.The court made him a ghost. Now he's coming back as a demon.Fame, vengeance, and women are just the beginning. Because when you're born in the dirt…You don't rise. You burn your way up.

All my life, I never once know what it is to be a family. My parents did not care about me and didn't let me start with my siblings.Even when I diagnose with Terminal Illness by the doctor, they did not care about me.The only thing that accompanies me in this lonely hospital bedroom is the game called Second Life. Sadly, all good things must end, and so is Second Life.I decide to stay inside the game until the end and wait for me to release my final breath.However, I'm reincarnated to another life when I open my eyes. I promise to enjoy my Second Life in this world.Now, if only this woman stopped calling me a villain for a second, that would be great.