The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! - Chapter 78 - : This King Is Here, You Can Be at Ease

The Su Family, the richest in town, suddenly has a three-year-old cherub! Everyone thought this toddler is the illegitimate daughter of Su Qi, the notorious playboy of the entertainment circle, only to find the seven Su brothers kneeling and calling her auntie!All of North City was laughing themselves to death: What use does your auntie have besides drinking milk? Mine can at least do embroidery for me.Su Qi: Embroidery? My auntie can catch ghosts, demons, and zombies, talents that attract everyone's attention. Can your auntie do that?Su Liu: My auntie can chase airplanes with a flying sword, can your auntie do that?Su Wu: My auntie can cure diseases with the Thirteen Ghost Gate Acupuncture, can your auntie do that?Su Si: My auntie can do a quintuple jump in figure skating, can your auntie do that?Su San: My auntie can easily get a pentakill in games, can your auntie do that?Su Er: My auntie wins awards in traditional Chinese painting, oil painting, and ink wash painting. Can your auntie do that?Su Da: My auntie helps my company make a billion a day, can your auntie do that?Later on, the little auntie of the Su Family grew up and quietly started a romance with her fair, skilled and childhood sweetheart. In unison, the seven sons of the Su Family roared: Stay away from our auntie!

A new emperor rules each year in Yohuachanca.Only the most delicious of food graces his palate; the realm’s most beautiful women fill his harem; his palace dazzles the mind in its beauty; and four priestesses counsel him in all matters. The life of an emperor is good, luxurious, and short. For at the year’s end, he is sacrificed to the Nightlords under the light of the Scarlet Moon.I am Iztac. A pisspoor orphan and the year’s emperor. A sacrifice bound for the altar. But the vampires have made a mistake this time. For I am a sorcerer, whose soul journeys into the secret underworld to plunder the secret spells of the dead. There, in the darkness, hides the power to drag the Nightlords off their throne. I have a year to find it, or perish for good.I may not be the first emperor, but I will be the last.

From quiet grind to legacy brew.Jun had nothing—no café, no followers, not even a bed. Just a secondhand kettle and a broken dream.Then came the Barista System.No shortcuts. No instant success. Just slow, intentional tasks... and a promise:Brew. Grow. Endure.Every pour sharpens his skill. Every cup deepens his path.From street corners to pop-ups, from whispered praise to a space of his own—Jun’s grind is just beginning.This is a story of stillness, patience, and the quiet pursuit of mastery.Because greatness isn’t given.It’s brewed—one cup at a time.

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.”