MTL - Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian - Chapter 1915 So great, why do n’t you become a saint

In a universe where starships rule supreme and galactic empires clash for dominance, Kallus, a visionary gamer and strategist, finds himself thrust into an extraordinary reality.Awakened aboard the [Obliterator-Class Star Dreadnought], a vessel born from his own imagination but perfected by a Supreme Being, Kallus must rise to command a fleet that could shape the fate of the cosmos.With a ship forged from mythical adamantium and [mithril alloys], powered by a [Transcendent Dark Matter Engine], and armed with weapons capable of annihilating entire fleets, the Obliterator is more than a warship—it’s a legend incarnate. But Kallus is not alone. Alongside him is the Red Empress, an advanced AI infused with a power of creation and knowledge itself, guiding him with missions that unlock untold power and potential.

Shen Meng is a factory worker who encountered a car accident while delivering a contract to a business partner.While she was bedridden and suffering alone, she suddenly discovered a spatial power.Before she could be happy for two days, the side effects of the space emerged, causing her to have strange dreams almost every night.Realizing the situation quickly, Shen Meng hurriedly sold her house and car and started hoarding supplies frantically in case she ended up in a place lacking food and clothing, fearing she might starve to death.While she was once again on her way to stock up, another car accident occurred. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated into a period novel as a vicious supporting role doomed to a tragic end for opposing the female protagonist Jinli.Not only was her own reputation destroyed, ending in an accidental tragic death, but her four children also became extreme due to lack of guidance and frequent childhood abuse, resulting in psychological issues leading to tragic fates.Moreover, the man, who had been a soldier contributing to the country, was ambushed and hit on the back of the head, becoming mentally impaired forever, and he drowned in the river during winter while holding the clothes they married in.To change her destiny, Shen Meng had to redeem her reputation and guide the children towards good as they were descendants of a hero, and she couldn't stand watching them fall.Occupying the original body's identity, Shen Meng decided to be filial to the elderly, take care of the children, and lead the whole family towards a prosperous path.Just that the man, who always protected the country and had a lukewarm relationship with her, seemed to look at her increasingly passionately.

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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.”