Killing Dao Fruit - Chapter 55 - 53 - s Please replace me...

Leo died like an idiot and got a second chance in a world that doesn't tolerate idiots. Dropped onto forbidden Oni territory, he's forced into a death hunt where survival should be impossible, but his body adapts through violence, pain, and sheer refusal to stay dead.One brutal victory earns him gold, status, and the attention of Iori, a warrior prodigy who's never tasted defeat. Now, traveling a continent where strength is law and gods play with mortals like pieces on a board.Leo faces a simple question: how strong can you become when dying just makes you harder to kill?

Sang Yu unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of a cannon fodder female character in a period novel.As soon as she opened her eyes, she was faced with the female protagonist Song Jiajia snatching her husband.Sang Yu recalled that her cheap husband would die in the line of duty soon, so she agreed without hesitation.Anyway, once he's dead, she'll be free.As a result, before she could become a widow, she found herself pregnant.——Female protagonist Song Jiajia, holding a rebirth script, made it her first priority to steal the husband of her timid cousin Sang Yu.In this lifetime, she is a wealthy individual, and Sang Yu was meant to replace her as a widow.But as the days went by, how come the man who was supposed to die is still alive?

When she opened her eyes again, she transmigrated and become a foolish woman in ancient times, Chen Afu.Gazing at the hero who seemed as lofty as a god, Chen Afu touched the drool trickling from her mouth. In this life, don't be too ambitious, don't be unrealistic...Only, in this life, she was foolish yet beautiful, destitute yet incredibly lucky, her good fortune so plentiful that she couldn't use it all up.

With an entwined fate, Ajab has to make a choice.But does fate belong in the hands of the Prince? Are the firmaments his for the splitting? Can he save his heart or dive head face into his death?Maybe sometimess doing nothing is our most vicious fight.At the end, the pen determines the way the ink flows, so who cares if it's death or fate, or even the firmaments, just leave it to the Author.