I Have A Sword - Chapter 1426: A Gamble

Ye Nanqi and Shen Du upgraded from being enemies to love rivals, fighting against each other for the affections of a pure-hearted girl. Except, on the day of the pure-hearted girl’s wedding, they ended up rolling together on the bed, and unexpectedly got married to each other.

After the marriage, the two thought of countless ways to make the other party be the one who asks for divorce, but when Ye Nanqi took on the role of the “bad husband” by bringing up divorce first, his love rival changed his mind.

Shen Du: “Not divorcing.”

Ye Nanqi: “…”

Shen Du: “Not even in death will we part.”

The pure-hearted girl, “???”

The love rivals turning into lovers scene–although it does not have sweet and sticky typical entertaining scenes, lacks gold finger cheats, and the back story is slightly dark and exaggerated–in fact, this story is a tasty big cookie = w =

- Description from Novelupdates

“Master all 999,999 paths of the Grand Dao...Rule the Grand Heavenly Dao...And with the power of the Universe, Dominate all things...I am...”

“THE IMMORTAL SUPREME!”

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In the Grand Multiverse, there are gems that existed before creation they were the tools used for the creation of the multiverse.

These gems held limitless power and no one had ever gotten a hold of all of them at once. The highest person has ever gotten to possess was two of them.

But Arthur managed to get three of the most powerful gems in the universe, the Gem of Time, the Gem of Fate, and the Gem of Soul.

With this, he enacted a plan that will make him the ruler of the consciousness that rules the Grand Multiverse...the Grand Dao.

But he faced an attack he was not ready for and almost died...

Years later, he returns from another reality with most of his memories lost and gets reincarnated into the cultivation world again, and this time with one extra gem, the Gem of Space.

In this story you will not witness world domination, no...you will bear witness to something much grander. Something that has never occurred since the beginning of time.

The grand story of a man who wants to become the Sovereign of the Grand Multiverse.

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[Alternate Synopsis]

I woke up today with great expectations for my future. But something greater than my expectations happened instead. From almost getting killed in a store robbery, to witnessing something that I would only see in fiction happen before my very eyes.

And then getting transported to another world, and suddenly finding out that the dreams I had of myself being a powerful cultivator like the main characters of the cultivation novels I enjoy reading, were actually my past memories...

..to getting reincarnated after almost getting killed by the 999,999 souls that were clones of me?

“Yeah, if I wasn't sure before, then I am now.”

“I am definitely tripping!”

Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, “Good Morning, Chief!”

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.”