The Strongest Curse Master - Chapter 291 : Matthew’s Justification

“You don’t want to be forced to match, right, Lin Changan?”

The delicate-looking girl asked softly, and pushed the “Personal Subject Relationship Contract” to Lin Changan’s eyes.

Lin Changan’s eyes were full of despair, but fortunately, he awakened the simulator system, which could simulate life infinitely.

After each simulation, you can choose talents, realms, combat experience, cultivation insights or some memory fragments.

[You rejected the “Personal vassal relationship contract”, signed an implication with a girl, was killed by a love rival in the dungeon, and you died. 】

[You chose to eat soft rice hard with talent. 】

[At the age of 22, the sickly junior girl confessed to you that she was rejected by you. Since then, she will poison you quickly because of love and hatred. 】

[You chose a talent that is invincible. 】

[At the age of twenty-four, the beast tide struck, and you were drowned in the beast tide. 】

[You have chosen the realm and condensed the power of the stars. 】

[At the age of twenty-four, the beast swarms attacked you. As a general, you were exhausted and drowned by the beast swarm. 】

[You have chosen an inexhaustible talent. 】

[At the age of twenty-four, you went to the front line to resist the beast tide, and your spiritual power is inexhaustible…]

After countless simulations, there are stars twinkling in your eyes, and every move is blessed by heaven and earth.

【The simulation starts! 】

【You are invincible, the universe is respected! 】

- Description from novelbuddy

Luan Hualie is just too pitiful! She was just playing a game when she was suddenly transported into another world to become the Young Miss. Just this is okay, but she actually doesn’t have the slightest bit of power!

However, at this moment she had long stopped being the originally powerless eldest young miss. Mythical weapons and pets in her hand, what is there to fear underneath the heavens?

She rose above the mountains and brought down the oceans, and even more so subdued great amounts of devil beasts and holy beasts!

When she swept away the entire continent with her powerful and imposing manner, who could tell she was originally that ridiculous eldest young miss of Lu Family?

He, the prince of Qin, a black-bellied little shotacon, played the pig to eat the tiger. In the midst of the collisions and crossing of swords, how did his mind and body fall into enemy hands?

He, the spawn of the devil, slaughtered and felled the whole world. Without heart, without emotion, without desire. A long contest, countless fights. Why did a brilliant ray of light start to penetrate that frozen world of his?

He, the beautiful man saved from the slave market, obviously had excellent martial arts. Yet, how was he reduced to the most inferior slave? Faced with her salvation, why were his thoughts in a whirl?

And there was still him!

- Description from Novelupdates

Jin Runcandel is the youngest son of the greatest Swordmaster. After he gets himself kicked out of their clan, he meets a tragic fate…but before he dies, a God gives him a second chance. Now he must use his new power for good.

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.”