After Becoming a Solo Player, My Unlimited Skills Made Me Invincible - Chapter 23

After Tan Ming got pregnant, her husband handed her divorce papers. Twenty-three years ago, Tan Ming was still an orphan nobody wanted. Her adoptive parents adopted her from an orphanage because they struggled to have their own children.

However, Tan Ming’s unfortunate fate did not change because of this. Within a month, her adoptive mother became pregnant. After her younger sister, Tan Si, was born, Tan Ming became the most disliked person in the family. Ever since she was a child, she had to give way to Tan Si in everything. Her parents only liked Tan Si because Tan Ming was not their biological child.

Three years ago, the Tan family forced her to marry a comatose man for the sake of their business. For two entire years, Tan Ming lived as a widow. Until a year ago, when her comatose husband woke up unexpectedly, Tan Si fell in love with him at first sight. This time, Tan Ming decided not to give in anymore. She decisively tried to severe ties with the Tan family. However, she didn’t expect to be served divorce papers in the end.

For the sake of the children in her womb, Tan Ming was forced by her husband to sign the papers. When the children were born, their biological father was accompanying another woman for her pregnancy test.

Just when Tan Ming’s world was at its darkest, her real relatives showed up. They were such a wealthy family that even the Tan family looked up to them, and they welcomed her home! After returning home, she was no longer an unwanted child. Not only did she have parents who doted on her, but she also had three brothers who pampered her dearly! Later, her ex-husband regretted his decision and came to apologize in person.

“Stay out of my life,” Tan Ming uttered.

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The Cheng family finally found the real daughter who had been wandering the streets. Cheng Ling, the fake daughter who had been wrongly adopted for eighteen years, instantly became the family’s joke.

The real heiress was very domineering and the fake heiress was soon despised by the family.

Many people were waiting to see the fake daughter make a fool of herself, but they realized…

The world’s top medical expert: “May I know where Miss Cheng Ling, who was kicked out of the house, is? I begged her for a long time and she finally agreed to give me a chance to meet her.”

International idol Best Actor Tang: “Miss Cheng Ling, can you sell me another grape? Just one will do. After eating your grape, my voice is getting much more beautiful.”

The famous godfather of the Mafia said, “Miss Cheng Ling, can you sell me one of your cucumbers? I was seriously injured in my early years and it’s hard for me to recover. Only your cucumbers can save me.”

Soon, everyone realized that almost all the rich and powerful families in the world had a favor to ask of the fake daughter, Cheng Ling. As long as she said a word, those rich and powerful people would be willing to do anything for her.

That was because Cheng Ling had a piece of divine soil in her hands. The fruits of vegetables grown from divine soil had all kinds of magical and powerful effects.

Third Master Qin, who was feared by all the aristocrats in the world and was rumored to be extremely cold and ruthless, pretended to be pitiful in front of Cheng Ling. “Ling Ling, my chest hurts. Come, come, come. Stay here tonight. When I take off my clothes, you can take a good look at me…”

Cheng Ling: “Stay away from me, don’t get in the way of my farming.”

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.”