MTL - Starchild Escapes Arranged Marriage - Chapter 1679 I am not convinced (2000 month ticket plus more, three more)

It is said that humans only reveal 5% of their DNA. The person you perceive yourself to be and the person others judge you for is determined by this 5%. No one can know what is in the hidden 95%.

Reborn in another life, Fang Pingying transforms from a timid military wife to a fierce daughter-in-law, determined to get rich and reach the pinnacle of life, becoming a wealthy and beautiful woman.Even more importantly, she vows to recapture the heart of her serious military husband once again.Keywords: military marriage, exhilarating story.PS: This is a modern fiction, do not match it directly.——*——*——*——*——New book 'Rebirth Space: The All-Powerful Military Wife' has been released.Completed works include 'The Fierce Era of the Military Wife', 'Lotus Fragrance Idyll', 'Fatty Fields, Happy Occasions', 'Ultimate Cute Wife', guaranteed quality, feel free to dive in.Readers Group: [560803166]

Transmigrated to the fantasy medieval continent, Luo De becomes the lord of the desolate Northern Territory.This land is savage and primitive, with rampant robbers and terrifying Magical Beasts.Fortunately, Luo De can develop the territory to unlock entries, gaining knowledge and Extraordinary abilities.[Hammered the iron a thousand times, unlocking entry: Forge Power][Forge Power (White): Increase base strength by 20%][Load?]“Load.”

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.”