A Husband For Killer Mom - Chapter 170 - 170 Ch. 170 What Do They Want?

A normal man was constantly blamed and was eventually turned into a murderer.Everyone hated him and looked at him as if he was a non human.He was sentenced to death but just before dying, he was asked to state his last wish which would have been fulfilled.“I wish to live some more days”His words couldn’t be neglected and they fulfilled his wish but he died in the end when his free days had finally ended.However, he was born again, in a new world which was filled with magic.It was a place where science wasn’t known.He could have used his knowledge to become famous and gain a lot of money and fame, but the fate was not so kind to let him do that.He had to bear the responsibilities for the murders in his past life due to which he was really turned into a non human.But that didn’t seem like a punishment, in fact it was a perfect world for him to shed even more blood.“I will become a predator that will stand above all!”Join me in this amazing adventure where our protagonist is Reincarnated As A Wolf With Cheats!

--Warning: This story contains graphic scenes of violence and bloodshed. No one under 18 is allowed---To not get confused by the end chapters, read Fallen Chronicles first----0---Have you ever pondered the mechanisms behind the Demon King's power system? Wondered how they attain such strength at the game's outset, or why they seem to advance in levels more swiftly and efficiently than the heroes?Well... this is what our MC will discover very soon.---0---

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.”

In order to take away her father’s shares, her husband colluded with her bestfriend to set her up. A divorce was thrown at her face and she was forced out of the house.