Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain - Chapter 66 - - Keeping the three families in check

In the dream, Yi Meng will incarnate various non-human beings in the beautiful heavens.

Justice League, the first Doomsday head of Superman’s Kryptonian homeworld. Marvel Universe, Artificial Intelligence of Iron Man’s Daughter. Harry Potter, The Sword of Gryffindor at Hogwarts.

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When the people of the motherland came to reality, they looked up to the sky and laughed maniacally, trying to become the gods of all mankind.

Yi Meng decided not to pretend.

“People from the motherland invaded the real world? Fortunately, I am the Doomsday Superman!”

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- Description from novelbuddy

During this revolution era book, Fang Ru was the original heroine of the cannon fodder. She died in repression and infamy under the deliberate calculations of the transmigrated heroine.

After being reborn, Fang Ru decided to stay away from the leading male character and start over. However, without Fang Ru’s involvement…

The leading male character became crippled and turned evil. He suffered mutual torment, mistreatment and hatred with the new female protagonist, who also lost her chance at love and career.

The lovelorn supporting male character was forced to live like a widower for the rest of his life after being manipulated into marriage by someone with a rich family background, even still he harbored feelings for someone else’s wife.

- Description from Novelupdates

Being the daughter of the home wrecking mistress was bad enough; but when your own mother also detested you and actually loved your step sister while treating you like an abomination, that had to be the worse thing in life.As if things are not bad enough, her wedding day is hijacked and the Prince Charming she thought would be hers forever betrays her to be with her own sister and she realizes that they had been laughing in her face all this while.Distraught and heart broken, she does the next best thing, gets drunk at a bar then wakes up the next morning in a man’s hotel room and with a cheap wedding ring on her finger then she flees in fear.Unfortunately for her, that night won’t just go away and she finds that her groom actually wants her and wait for it… he is her ex’s father.“You went into a hotel and spent the night with a strange man, do you deny it?”“why should she deny it when she spent the night with her husband?” a steely voice said while his eyes looked down at Lyse with all the affection in the world then he turned to Brooke, his eyes losing their softness.“Do you have a problem with what my wife and I do?”

They call him Ghost.A name whispered in fear across warzones, black markets, and underworld circles.To the world, he's a phantom—a faceless mercenary who leaves no trace but bodies in his wake.To his enemies, he’s a death sentence.To his brothers-in-arms in Graveyard, he’s family.But to himself... he's a haunted man searching for a past stolen in gunfire and smoke.After a flawless mission deep in the Eastern Province, Ghost returns to the hidden forest base he's called home for sixteen years. Yet the victory is short-lived. His foster father, the commander delivers an unexpected order:“That was your last mission.”Now, Ghost—real name Miles Sterling—must step out of the shadows of war and into a world he’s never known. Guided only by a scarred letter, a fading memory, and the voice of a woman he hasn’t seen since the day everything was taken from him.But war forged more than his body and name.Behind the mask, behind the scars, Miles has another secret.One he’s kept hidden even from his brothers in arms.He’s not just a weapon.He’s a ghost with a fortune—a hidden empire he built in silence, across borders and black markets, forged in strategy and blood.A man of many names, and many shadows.Beneath the bullets, tattoos, and silence lies a truth buried in ashes.And Ghost is about to dig it up—one letter, one enemy, one memory at a time.