Game of Love and Deception: The Billionaire's Ex Wife - Chapter 8: Hello, stranger

Lu Xiaoran has traveled to a fantasy world and received a system, but the useless system has not been activated for a long time. Lu Xiaoran, who had no choice, could only cultivate in a low-key manner and grow steadily. However, after Lu Xiaoran had become the strongest existence in the entire sect, the dog system suddenly activated.

【Suffer first, enjoy later】Married for three years, Aiden Fordham only met with her twice a month, each time merely fulfilling marital duties. He was indifferent to her, knowing nothing about her, until the three-year term was up. He eagerly went to find his Lover, and she turned away nonchalantly: “Aiden Fordham, let's divorce, I'll help you out.” From then on, she no longer expected anything from him, abandoned family, returned to her career, until she shone brilliantly, back at her peak, with no place for him by her side. Yet, he was repeatedly captivated by her talent, gradually attracted to her, until she completely left, only then did he learn the truth from years ago. It turned out, he had forgotten her twice, she had traveled thousands of miles to his side to resolutely protect him, just to repay a life-saving grace from the past. Regret came too late, while she had long become an unapproachable national treasure for everyone. The journey to win her back was long, only to be told “Madam, no longer wants to be the richest wife.”This time, it’s his turn to protect her, he must take drastic measures~

Transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, I have become a 1000-year-old Man-Faced Demon Spider. Across from me is a guy claiming to be Tang San, chasing me down, demanding I become his third spirit ring! Should I fight back or run for my life? It’s urgent—waiting for advice online!

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.”