MTL - Bigshot Mr. Fu’s Wife is Sweet and Wild - Chapter 953 Improper Fan Shengmei and Fudimo 16

[Woman disguised as a man + Shuangqiang super pet] After thousands of tasks, the system is actually poisoned? Clean up the virus, but also bind another system? !

The prosperous and prosperous heartthrob system is being launched, and the gender is being transformed. Please prepare the host for the female supporting role!

Luo Bai: What if I really want to kill it? 【Smile face】

Xiao Mi Mi: My host is so cool and madly dragged to the limit that he really wants to hug his thighs, but he is always disliked and swollen? !

Also known as: “The whole world is crazy about me”

Or also known as: “How to uninstall the heartthrob system? ! 》

Or also known as: “The system asks me to disguise as a man every day to seduce women”

- Description from novelbuddy

“Where the f*ck am I?”

One day, he suddenly fell into a world of barbarism and superstition.

“F*ck, I ain’t a savage!”

Humanity has endured for millions of years, but recorded history only spans a mere four thousand years. During that unrecorded deep-sea age, what exactly were we doing?Countless indescribable beings ruled the universe, and our powerful ancestors preserved the fire of human civilization under their threat.Then they disappeared, and we rose.Now, they are coming back, mysterious psychic powers are awakening, the flame of human civilization is slowly extinguishing, and no kings are in sight...Chen Ke opens his eyes to see a world full of ruins and himself on the brink of death.The moment his heart was pierced by the Blasphemous Dagger, he became a dying man without a heart.Able to survive only 2 hours...

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.”