Heavenly Dao Engine - Chapter 1278 - 0734: Showing Off Violence_2

Gu Fei transmigrated to the Dou Qi Continent and became the beloved grandson of the Black Submerged King, Gu Lie. By the age of sixteen, he had become the most outstanding genius of the Gu Clan.After that, the clan leader Gu Yuan summoned Xun'er back and betrothed her to Gu Fei! However, after their marriage, even after six months, Xun'er still refused to consummate the marriage with Gu Fei. Although Gu Fei was initially deeply infatuated with Xun'er, he realized that her indifference towards him was because she was attached to another man.His heart completely broke! It turned out that when Xun'er said she wasn’t ready, she actually intended to keep her chastity for someone else! How could Gu Fei tolerate this? He decisively chose to divorce Xun'er!“No, Gu Fei, you have to believe me, I have never betrayed you!” Upon learning that Gu Fei wanted to divorce her, Xun'er immediately panicked.------------This is a translation------------Original Author: 暴走的男神Raw Name: 斗破：娶妻薰儿，她却拒绝圆房!

A dungeon core novel. But with bees. A bee dungeon, if you will. Oh, and something about a young man finding his place in the world and maybe learning about the deadly calamity that threatens all of humanity. But mostly the bee thing.

Anger. Pain. Desolation.

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.”