Adopted Soldier - Chapter 395

“If I told you about the darkness inside of me, would you still look at me like I'm the Sun?”******Annalise's life changed the very night she was married off to the Dark Lords who resided in the Cursed Castle. She was offered to them as a sacrifice to save their Empire.No one knew anything about those residing inside the Cursed Castle except that there were three of them, all men, and they all were very powerful.There was a dark force invading the peaceful lives of the people of Seelie Empire, people were disappearing and unseen things were happening. And the High Priestess confirmed that the Seelie Realm would need the help from the Dark Lords to win this battle against the unknown.Annalise ended up becoming the pawn as the only unmarried girl with royal lineage and the title of a Princess. To show their sincerity about the treaty, the royal family offered her hand in marriage to the Dark Lords, and to everyone's surprise, the Lords agreed. But they had a condition - she needed to marry all three of them!To save her Empire and people, Annalise agreed to marry all three Lords only to find that none of them showed up at the wedding.How was Annalise going to handle her married life, and her three husbands who were not only handsome beyond words but also more powerful and mysterious than people thought? Especially when they had a great battle to fight!

Seria, a social outcast, has changed.
Seria Stern, the wicked woman who made everyone tremble with fear, was now calm.

In fact, she wasn’t just changed, she was a completely different person.

The moment she realized that she had possessed the body of the villain Seria, in a romance novel, she had a hunch about the future and decided to live low.

She would avoid kidnapping and harassing the original heroine, hence preventing her death by decapitation at the hands of Kalis, the second male lead.

In order to avoid that, she had to fix her bad relationship with Kalis and even healed his injured arm.

Thanks to that she got engaged with him, so it’s all worked out.
Finally, the original heroine returned, and her husband, Lesche, should be on good terms with her now.

“I’ve been waiting to escort her, so…”

Lesche asked, resolutely cutting off Kalis’ words.

“Miss Seria, it would be better for you to choose. With whom would you want to go with?”

Something was strange.
The original, wasn’t it perfectly fine?

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.”

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”