MTL - I Really Can’t Act - Chapter 237

Su Wan is a Realm Destroyer. She shuttles to different time-spaces using the identity of the “Cannon Fodder Ex-Girlfriend”, dedicated to plotting how to happily tear apart the male protagonist and the female protagonist. –There’s no such thing as protagonists who can’t be torn apart, only Ex-Girlfriends who don’t work hard enough~

Pei Xian, who looks like the green tea and white moonlight of Big Boss in the book, was forced by Zhou the First Gongzi to kill his child and send to the villain Big Boss as a substitute lover. Pei Xian would rather die than submit that he jumped from the building to his death.

When Shanghai’s Great White Shark Si Yang was only 28 years old, he died of illness and transmigrated as the cowardly and timid cannon fodder Pei Xian, airboned in confusion on the scene of the jump off.

Big Boss Gu Han: Come down, I want you and your baby.

Pei Xian▼_▼: 30 million free shipping, no check.

Zhou Kai:

In Gu Han’s book, the villain Big Boss was beaten by half of the book by the male protagonist’s “wisdom reduction aura” and eventually the Big Boss’s company went bankrupt and he became depressed. Now he is reborn with a system called “concern and care for villain’s IQ”, and Pei Xian is the system’s battery. Gu Han needs him to be around all the time to charge before using the system.

System task: Hold Xianxian’s little hand. System energy + 1

System task: Praise Xianxian, praise Xianxian beautiful. System energy + 1

System task: Please Xianxian and spend money on Xianxian. System energy + 2

System task: Make Xianxian bashful and coquettishly says hate. System energy + 2

System task: Make Xianxian satisfied!!! System energy + 10

Gu Han: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Green tea/white moonlight comes to the door: scram off substitute, this Immortal man has thought through to come back!

Pei Xian takes out a calculator▼_▼: Hello, please wait a moment. There are nine supercars, two listed companies and three mansions worth million all of which have been transferred to my name. Only the bankrupt goods belongs to you.

Gu Han picks up the scheming boy, turns around mercilessly and goes upstairs….

The sound of the bed collapsing came from upstairs.

- Description from Novelupdates

This is a tale that distorts the scenario of an otome game.An orphan girl named Alicia is attacked by a woman trying to steal her body to become the “heroine”. From the fragmentary knowledge she acquires, Alicia learns that this world is the stage of an “otome game” in a “world of sword and magic”.Having learned the truth from the knowledge she obtained, the immature Alicia dismisses the otome game as “nonsense” and runs away from the orphanage to escape the fate of the “heroine”.A villainess aims to take her life. A fake heroine appears. Alicia trains herself using the fragmentary knowledge she has gained in order to survive, growing into the “Strongest Assassin” that is feared by both the Thieves’ Guild and the Assassins’ Guild.

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.”