Corpo Age - Chapter 248: Aegis Port Authority

Yao Tang, the daughter of the Yao family who mistakenly exchanged at birth, was finally found.

Yi Zaha. The crazy demon crazy for martial arts. While he was running away after stealing the heavenly pearl of the Demon Cult Leader, he fell off a cliff. After thinking that everything was over, he opened his eyes to see that he had returned back to when he was a waiter… And he is being beat up for something that he didn’t do. The crazy demon who returned to the beginning of his days as a waiter! Will he go crazy again, or will he drive his enemies crazy?

Liam, a socially awkward college student, spends his days immersed in anime, video games, and hentai, escaping the monotony of his real life. Despite his fantasies, he’s never experienced a real relationship or intimacy. But when he is mysteriously transported to the fantastical world of Eryndor, Liam’s life takes a dramatic turn.In Eryndor, Liam is hailed as the ‘Lustforged Hero’, a legendary figure destined to save the realm from the tyrannical sorcerer, Maltheris. But there’s a catch: in this world, power is drawn from desire and intimacy. To grow stronger and unlock his true potential, Liam must navigate a delicate balance between his newfound responsibilities and his own untapped desires.Joined by a group of fiercely loyal followers—each with their own unique abilities and personal struggles—Liam embarks on a journey to master his powers, unite the fractured kingdoms of Eryndor, and confront Maltheris. Along the way, he forms deep bonds with his companions, including the enigmatic warrior Lysandra, the cunning mage Erynn, and the rebellious rogue Selene. But as Liam’s power grows, so does the temptation to lose himself in the very desires that fuel his strength.

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.”