Dating the Heartthrob Superstar - Chapter 51: The Essence of Truth

“You will hear many of his Death Eaters claiming that they are in his confidence, that they alone are close to him, even understand him. They are deluded. Lord Voldemort has never had a friend, nor do I believe that he has ever wanted one,” Dumbledore told Harry Potter with absolute certainty.But what if Voldemort did have a friend? Not just a friend but the friend? A millennia-old wizard, who learned the secret of Hogwarts from the great Four founders, and had his own goals to take over the world?To stop that ancient wizard, an ancient power is called upon . . . in the form of a girl. A Muggle-born at that.Christina Norton has powers beyond anyone's imagination but she is too caught up in the Chosen One Harry Potter's life and catastrophes. But as she starts to uncover the plans of Voldemort, she realizes someone else is working with him. Someone who wants her dead. Why? She doesn't know. She just knows she has to save her loved ones and Hogwarts from Malgino and for that she is ready to go to the end of the world.And fight whoever comes in her way.

Wen Jiang, whose soul had failed the deification tribulation, was struck into a strange world.Here, she became the sadistic protagonist of a tragic romance, enduring a love-hate relationship that bordered on life and death. After the original protagonist was beaten to death, she was even bound to a Drawing System that catered to such tragic heroines.System: “Draw cards! I have everything you need—the Beauty and Skincare Card, the Rose Body Fragrance Card, the Pitiful and Charming Card—all the looks the male lead desires. Your mission is to assist the male lead in becoming the greatest support in the world!”The once fearsome Wen Jiang, who would draw her sword and strike anyone she disliked: “......”......In this world, humans could summon Divine Beast card spirits for combat after a great war.However, the Yunxia Empire experienced a civilizational break after a large-scale war, not as intact as the Western civilization.The West possessed the pantheon of cards systems, including the Angel System, each of which was incredibly powerful.The civilization of the Yunxia Empire was lacking; the Phoenix, the true Dragon, the legendary Four Divine Beasts, and so on, were nowhere to be found.In the world card competition, they suffered repeated defeats, subjected to endless ridicule by the Western Empire.Latter, with the Azure Dragon card in her left hand and the White Tiger card in her right, Wen Jiang stepped on the Western countries, slapping the faces of everyone in the world.System: “Where's the male lead? Where's my big male lead?”(The male lead was drawn from the cards)

One day, Lynn transmigrates to become an illegitimate son of Marquis Duca from the Karedi Empire.His father only gives him a patch of wasteland as his coming-of-age gift, and his eldest brother even orders his followers to kill him just to ensure that the hereditary title would not fall to Lynn.How could he survive in this difficult situation?In desperation, Lynn awakens his system, which allows him to build his own territory by his own efforts.[Weed removal successful, Collection Experience +1][Obtained linen*1][Obtained linen seeds*1]

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.”