MTL - Fight To the Third Generation - Chapter 822 Finally did it

Before being reborn, she made a fuss every day, only wanting a divorce, divorce, and another divorce, until she was in danger and he died to save her.After rebirth, she was overjoyed, only wanting to love him, love him, and love him dearly.However, someone is too aloof. What to do? No problem, she is prepared with eighteen different skills, not to mention she has a 'fox' strategist.Thus, she deals with scumbags with one hand and flirts with him with the other, leading to happy days that bloom like flowers.“Report, someone confessed to sister-in-law.”“What? Someone dares to take Mu Qiancheng's wife? Bring that blind fellow to me, I want to have a good chat with him about life.”

When Sang Xia bumps into her ex-boyfriend, he says furiously, “Sang Xia, there are so many women in the world. Call me a dog if I still like you!”

She turns around without any hesitation and suddenly, he barks from behind her.

The whole world knows how crazily in love Rong Zhan is with Sang Xia.

Someone asks, “Master Zhan, how does Sister-in-law deserve your love so shamelessly?”

Rong Zhan answers lazily, “Just that one reason…?”

He stares at a certain woman and laughs suddenly.

She’s left speechless. F*ck, does this man have any shame?

This is an interesting and fun story of an all-powerful gangster boss shamelessly pursing his wife.

Alternative Title: Crossover: Mangēkyo Sharingan In A Cursed World===Support and read advance chapters at: Patreon.com/Zexxxxy====When he woke up, Ryuu found himself in the body of a high school student.His school was an unusual merger—Soubu High, Toyosaki Academy, Shuchiin Academy, and Totsuki Culinary Academy had somehow combined into one.At first, he thought this was just a typical anime slice-of-life setting. That was until he met Miko Yotsuya from the class next door.From that moment, everything started going wrong.Monsters. Ghosts. Curses.The world he thought was normal was anything but. Strange and terrifying entities that had no place in daily life kept appearing.Fortunately, Ryuu possessed the Sharingan, and he soon discovered that negative energy could be absorbed as fuel for his eyes’ evolution.The more horrors he faced, the stronger he became. Step by step, he walked the path of exorcising spirits while growing into an unstoppable force.But as his strength grew, so did the number of extraordinary and beautiful girls drawn to his side…---Miko Yotsuya: “Please help me, Ryuu-san.”Mai Sakurajima: “You’re the only one who can see me.”Utaha Kasumigaoka: “Surrounded by beautiful girls… is this how you plan to revive your clan?”===================================Worlds Included: Jujutsu Kaisen, Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai, Saekano: How To Raise A Boring Girlfriend, Mieruko-chan, Oregairu & more.====All rights belong to the original authors, I am just a mere translator that's translating this because i loves the idea, the story.

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.”