Why Did I Become the Villainess? - Chapter 293 - Mt. Carmen

Jason was just an ordinary student at Westwood University's Hunter Department, known for never awakening any special powers—even at 21. Frustrated and desperate, he spent countless nights dreaming of finally unlocking his hidden potential.One lazy morning, as he lay in bed dreading another day of ridicule, Jason felt a strange surge of excitement. Without warning, he awakened a bizarre but thrilling power: the “Leisure Life.” His smartphone buzzed with a mysterious app, and curious, he tapped it open.In a flash, Jason found himself exploring abilities he never imagined—like using points to enhance his body or entering worlds straight from adult videos. Determined to test his newfound powers, Jason dove headfirst into the explicit world of JAV, a video he'd secretly watched only days ago.Life was finally about to get exciting.

The nuclear holocaust which caused the collapse of the Old Times on Earth should have wiped out all human life on the planet. Yes, the gods set up their beautiful Elysiums to provide sanctuaries for their chosen, but by all rights everyone outside the elysian lands should’ve perished long ago. Yet somehow, human life still managed to persist, even in the deadly, mutant-infested wastelands.

Cloudhawk was a young scavenger who dreamed of being as free as the hawks in the skies, yet seemed destined to live out his life scrounging for scraps in the wasteland ruins. Fate, however, is ever-fickle. A chance meeting with a ragtag group of mercenaries changed the trajectory of his life, bringing him into a world with mutants and metahumans, demonhunters and godslayers, and even gods and demons. Cloudhawk would find his own place in a world that was far greater than he had imagined, find his own path between the zealous light of Sumeru and the whispering darkness of the Abyss… and one day, he would find that even gods may fall.

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.”

When she was rejected by her fiance, everyone laughed at her. Little did they know, she actually loved her fiance's uncle, a trillionaire tycoon, for a long time.Later, she had four doting brothers, numerous secret identities, and a husband who was madly doting on her.Fu Shiyan smirked, pulling her into his embrace, “Dear, when shall we have our third baby?”