MTL - Napoleon II Reborn - Chapter 573 capture washington

Su Yu died of alcohol poisoning on the day she received the actress trophy she was thinking of.
Then she was found by a stupid system.
System: Join the Women’s Match League! Enter all the worlds to complete tasks, and I can make you reach the pinnacle of your life!
Su Yu: But I was already at the peak of my life, so I quit!
Even if she was reluctant, Su Yu entered the world in order to survive.
first world
The task assigned to her by the system: take everything from the male protagonist!
Su Yu robbed his fans and his money, and finally looked at the fair girl and fell silent.
Su Yu asked in embarrassment: Do you want to grab this too?
System: Grab!
second world
Looking at the familiar girl, Su Yu rubbed her brows, “Are you still robbing?”
System: Grab!
Su Yu: Would you say anything else?
System: Go!
loop*
Nth world
Su Yu habitually wanted to continue grabbing, but suddenly found that this time the girl had a memory.
System: Grab! Go!
Su Yu shrugged: Run!

The first world: the entertainment industry
Flirting without knowing it
The second world: giants
White Lotus scheming fake princess X arrogant and domineering eldest
The Third World: Campus
Vocational high school brawler X key high school three good students / first grade
The Fourth World: The Republic of China
A Song of Allure Peerless Famous Actor X Jingui Self-Professional Rich Miss
The Fifth World: The West
Paranoid Vampire Duke x White and Soft Human Girl
The Sixth World: Antiquity
Bai Yueguang soft bag queen x evil concubine
The seventh world: Immortal king with few desires x apprentice who wants to climb the bed

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The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.

In the Year 2030, the ground-breaking online game «Divine Realm» shook the whole world. Its system of allowing players to exchange in-game currency into real-life money attracted everyone’s attention.

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.”