Infinite Mage [Remake] - Chapter 177: The Day of Rebirth (Part 4)

Waking up from a deep sleep, Lin Yue found herself having transmigrated into a peasant's new wife, and to make matters more complicated, she was a replacement for a deceased wife. The husband, over a decade older than her, had already lost two former wives. It wasn't so much a marriage; she had been sold to the family by her unscrupulous parents. Her fate was out of her hands. Before her stood one, two, three, four children, like a line of burdens, all gazing at her with blurry and hopeful eyes. Lin Yue felt an enormous pressure, “Thanks to Yuewen Book Review Group for providing review support!”

My sick sibling died so my usefulness is over. With that I choose to die, but I became a villainess in a third-rate novel?! In face of miserable end, I thought I can end this troublesome life with my own hands… But why do they keep trying to save me? “Don’t take your partner status from me, Selina.” “Can you dare to be greedy?” My life is getting better and better, and the day I will die is coming. What should I do?

The abyss invades, leading to the digitization of the world.This isn't a game, but a confrontation between the world and the abyss. Losing means losing our homes, and the defeat of human civilization means its end.There are no winners...at least there never have been before.Lu Heng once again stands at the starting point of the abyss' arrival, resolutely picking up the crystal core, embarking on a path strewn with blood and thorns...The abyss battlefield countdown begins: 3 hours...[Battlefield mode: Desert Escape Killing][Main Quest: Survive three days][Awakened initial talent 'Divine Evolution', breaking the skill level limits and elevating skills to a higher form.]The abyss invades various celestial civilizations, with cyber civilization, dark iron dwarf civilization, elves civilization... appearing in turn.

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.”