MTL - Killing Grounds of Gods and Devils - Chapter 940 Heroes

After a one-night stand, she faked her death and transformed into his flash-married ugly wife, while he didn't know that she was the woman from that night.Is the ugly wife really so unfashionable and greedy for food and lust? It's all an act. She's only trying to hide her real identity.They survived in the cracks of various schemes. When her hidden identities were exposed, the man's eyes were filled with coldness: “You pretended to be ugly and dumb, are you kidding me?”She smiled faintly: “Didn't you get any joy and pleasure from it?”He frowned: “You deceived me for my looks!”She held her forehead: “I can only blame you for being so good-looking!”He looked as if he wanted to swallow her whole: “I'm not someone to mess with.”She responded calmly: “It's getting late. Time to wash up and go to bed!”

When entire star systems begin vanishing without a trace, the shadow agency NEXUS turns to its last resort - Eric Blackmoor, a disgraced ex-agent and multiversal genius buried in guilt, alcohol, and exile. Once hailed as the mind that could solve anything, Eric is now infamous for an invention that annihilated a planet and billions of lives.

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.”

The top assassin of the Z country has been reborn as Gu Ningyue, the eldest lady of a prominent family. Due to her inability to discern people, she was framed as mentally ill by the child of her father’s mistress, believing them to be her own sister. This same person then seduces her fiancé, and on her birthday, offers her a cup of poisoned wine, sending her to the afterlife.Ha! A mental patient? In debt by tens of millions? With a bad hand dealt to her, let’s see how she tramples on scumbags and shameless women while seizing control of the family!However, this powerful figure? I’m only clinging on for convenience — why are you still hanging on to me?