Heroic Wife Reborn - Chapter 78: A Gift of Fine Black Hair to the Gentleman

Ethan, a young quarterback with great potential and a hidden passion for pop culture, tragically dies during an important high school game. However, his soul transmigrates into the body of Andrew, a small child adopted by Cameron and Mitchell from the show Modern Family.In this new life, in addition to pursuing his dream as a quarterback, Andrew begins sharing his passion for video games, comics, and movies online, becoming an unexpected internet celebrity.Follow Andrew’s journey as he interacts with the show’s characters while fulfilling his two greatest dreams.Author's Note:This is not just the world of Modern Family; I’m planning to involve other series as well, although I’ll decide on that as I go.Another important point is that this could be considered an AU since I will change some Modern Family dates and events, such as Mitchell and Cameron adopting a boy before Lily.The story won’t focus 100% on the MC’s journey toward sports success or internet fame. While these aspects will be present, they won’t be the emphasis in every chapter. I also want to focus on comedy and slice of life elements.

When we met for the first time in our first year of high school, he saw my contempt, but silently continued to clean;

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.”