MTL - Conan’s World Stand-in - v2 Chapter 56 Who is the protagonist

She was framed by her sister and accidentally had a one-night stand with him. Later, he found various unreasonable excuses to force her to live with him. To seek revenge, she reluctantly agreed.“I...I thought you were gay!” She slowly retreated to the corner of the wall.“I thought you already knew the answer to that question that night,” he said, emphasizing the word “that night”.Later, to get a celebrity's headline news, she secretly sneaked into a grand engagement banquet. However...“Everyone, this is my fiancée.” He said to the guests, holding her waist. Upon hearing this, her stepmother and sister were both stunned.With his help and her own efforts, she thought she was going to live a happy life. However, her company suddenly had a new boss...“You! You eat my food, live in my house, sleep with me, and how dare you deduct my salary!”“What about that night you slept with me and only gave me $50?” He said.She thought to herself: How could a billionaire be so petty about just $50! She would definitely divorce!Six years later...“Mommy! This uncle said he'll be our daddy if we pay him just $50! Should we get him?”“Mommy! I agree with that!”

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.”

I turned my assassin into my maid with the power of money! Money is all-powerful!

It was a world full of swords and magic; Lawrend was the son of the wealthiest merchant in town. Since the age of 7, he had been having dreams. A dream about a past life in a modern civilization where monsters are nonexistent, and humans dominate the world. Lawrend saw Iron birds, Magical bricks that display moving paintings, Thunder wielding, and many more.

There was a scene in one of the dreams that made Lawrend’s heart beat fast. A row of a dozen maids bowing in front of him. Each dressed in a french maid outfit.

Something awakened inside Lawrend when he had that dream. A fervent desire to have his very own Maid Harem!

To pick is to choose. This is a story about choices. Three thousand worlds full of gods and demons, with a daoist scroll in your hand, you are able to control the entire universe…