When 'God' Decides To Start Over - Chapter 29: S-Class Trial

Wang Tianxiao was reborn thirty years ago, the day before the eldest son was born.

It was more than 20 degrees below zero, and the wife shivered on the cold kang with her big belly and three-year-old daughter in her arms.

In the pot, there was no firewood to be seen, and the bottom of the water tank was solidly frozen.

What a difficult start.

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The moment Kazuma arrived in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, a cursed spirit knocked on his door, making him panic.Fortunately, he awakened the mission selection system.[Mission Option 1: Look into Gojo Satoru's eyes for ten seconds.Reward: Mangekyo Sharingan][Mission Option 2: Change Mei Mei's hairstyle to twin ponytails and have an in-depth communication with her~Reward: Tsukuyomi!]During the Shibuya Incident, Sukuna went crazy.Chibaku Tensei, Infinite Tsukuyomi, Susanoo...Yuji: “I thought that Gojo-sensei was already invincible. I didn't expect Kazuma to be even stronger than him.”Since he had arrived in this world, Kazuma vowed to make a happy ending.Gojo becoming Go/jo? That won't happen in his presence.Yuki, Nanami, Mai, Junpei...?He's going to save all of them.***This is just a translation. All credit goes to the original writers.Raw: 咒回：人生选择，开局万花筒！

For the wine to be drunk on her wedding night to actually have been a cup of poison and for the one to poison her to be her husband, who would believe it?

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.”