MTL - Remarry, No Way! - Chapter 530 Anything I can't listen to (2)

Ou Renjin likes keeping beautiful young men because he likes watching the drama.

Watching them be arrogant and conceited; watching them be obsequious and sycophantic; watching them have ulterior motives and fight with each other, seeing all the evil side of human nature.

Until, he picks up a poor little guy.

The poor little guy is ignorant and helpless, treating Ou Renjin as his whole world, spending all his salary to buy him gifts, standing in front of him in times of danger without hesitation, even…

…saying to him in the calmest and lightest of tones after knowing that their heart matching is successful, “I am very grateful that you have been hiding it from me, but I have long been ready to give my heart to you.”

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036 was born as a test subject, without parents or friends.

As the only successful “petri dish of renewable organs”, he had every organ in his body cut out and transplanted to the rich and powerful countless times.

After getting used to the pain, he met the most special person in the world.

This person was so good that he wanted to cut out his own heart immediately.

- Description from Novelupdates

The scum’s or villain’s long road of transformation was tentatively set to the world:
The abandonment of the educated youth’s wife (Completed)
The hidden marriage of the scum film emperor (Completed)
The best brother in the world (Completed)
The Phoenix male who destroy the bridge after crossing the river (Completed)
The treasonous general (Completed)
I’m an honest man (Completed)
To become the top scorer in the School of Agriculture (Completed)
The soft rice man’s self-cultivation (Completed)
The whole world is reborn (Completed)
I want to survive on a desert island (Completed)
The stallion male who has seized the opportunity (Completed)
The perverted self-salvation (Completed)
The spring of the loafer (Completed)
The misplaced life (Completed)
The miser career (Completed)
The ghost is out of feeling (Completed)
The Queen’s favorite husband (Completed)
The vicious girl with her godfather (Completed)
I want to be a good person (Completed)
I does not tear up the family (Completed)
The perverted common plant (Completed)
The Mary Sue’s men (Completed)
Every time I was reborn, someone wants to kill me (Completed)
The old people’s counterattack path (Completed)
The global evolution (Completed)
When I became a net red (Completed)
For you, good person (Completed)
His heart had white moonlight (Completed)

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STAFF NOTE: The author had proven ownership. RighteousEgg is the original author. I have added a pinned comment to the first chapter to show this staff note is legitimate.---Chu Xuan traversed the Mystic Azure Realm and became a demonic cultivator in the Infinite Sect. To cultivate as a demonic cultivator means to plunder the essence of the heavens and earth and seize the quintessence of all things. One has to slaughter countless beings to rise as a supreme demon lord. However, such killing was intolerable under the heavenly Dao of the human race. Consequently, the Infinite Sect was annihilated by the orthodox sects. In desperation, Chu Xuan stumbled upon a Blood Mirror, which allowed him to travel to a post-apocalyptic planet overrun with zombies! He realized that this place was a perfect sanctuary exclusively for demonic cultivators! If he dared to sacrifice a million humans, the heavenly laws would strike him with thunder and burn him to ashes. But if he sacrificed a million zombies, not only would he face no disasters, but he would also be showered with golden blossoms, enveloped in glorious light, and blessed with merits!

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.”