Godclads - Chapter 2-6 Slaughterman

Her parents died in planned accident by her uncle. They used her in every way they can. They planned to sue her so she wont take her fathers company back. They want to destroy her life making her penniless. No one knows that she is the not the same girl who was played as puppet in their hands. Five years changed her a lot. Now she is a hidden genius still acting pityfull to take revenge.

WARNING: Mature Content.He Craved Revenge.He is known to be ruthless, power-hungry, and untouchable.She never had a life of her own.She's powerless, forgotten, and unwanted.****Being the daughter of the wealthiest man in the country sounded like a dream, but to Anna, it was a nightmare.Stolen at birth by her father's mistress, and raised as the ‘illegitimate’ daughter of the powerful Steele family. She was treated as nothing more than a slave. Abused, neglected, and overlooked.Her life took an even darker turn when her half-sister chased her off a cliff, leaving her to drown in the raging river. To her family, she was dead, erased from their lives forever.Except Anna didn't die.She was rescued by a man she thought was her savior. Instead, he became her captor. Forced to sign a deal with the cold, mysterious stranger who pulled her back from the jaw of death, little did she know that agreeing to marry him would mark the very beginning of her real nightmare.****For ten years, Alexander Vaughn had one goal: destroy the Steele family. They took everything from him, now he was back to take their lives.But then, she fell straight into his grasp.Perfect.Six months. That was all he needed to ruin her, and the rest of her family.And the white-haired thing didn't fight back. She signed the contract.And that was when everything started to fall apart.

In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.