MTL - The King of The Worlds - Chapter 12 Yingming

After Lin Xu died, she discovered that the world she was in was a novel.Her eldest son liked to imprison the female protagonist of the novel, engaging in sinister villainous acts with a dark room play.Her youngest son would unfailingly draw substitute’s blood and snatch substitutes’ kidneys for the female protagonist’s legal antagonist — his unrequited love.Her only daughter was the romantic fool forever revolving around the male protagonist of the novel.If children are not disciplined, the mother is to blame. After being reborn, Lin Xu felt she should step in and discipline her wayward children.However, before she could take action, her eldest son’s dark, handsome, and usually cold face blushed slightly as he asked in a low voice, “Can I touch my head?”The middle son snorted and turned his head, his tone petulant, “I… I don’t want to go home, but if you insist, I’ll do it begrudgingly.”The youngest daughter rushed over, mercilessly pushing her brothers aside, “Mom, come and teach me how to solve this problem~”Latter, both sons fought over the bowl of noodles Lin Xu cooked. What was a novel’s female protagonist? Nothing compared to their mother.The daughter transformed herself, letting nothing from any novel’s male protagonist interfere with her studies!The family was blissfully happy.Latter, the revived, amnesiac husband suddenly appeared, cornering her against the wall, his eyes full of struggle, “Even if you’re married, I still love you.”Lin Xu pretended to be serious, “Is that so, then what should we do?”He hugged her tightly, his voice muffled and pained, “Divorce him!”Lin Xu chuckled secretly, “I’ll divorce him right away.”Latter, after the husband regained his memory, he said through gritted teeth, “Over my dead body will we divorce!”

Westheid transmigrates into his favorite game. Just as he's overwhelmed by happiness, he finds that the female protagonist whose families are all killed by Chaos is calling him.“Brother, please eat. Don't just space out. Did you get enough rest last night? There's a social ball at the Holy Tree Palace today.”

Zend Wolfled, a fallen nobleman known to the world as the most hated man in the world. And the main villain in a famous romantic fantasy novel.He was feared and hated because of what Zend had done so far without knowing what caused Zend to do these things.Zend has a secret that the world doesn't know that he is a Reincarnator and Tranmigrator. Zend knows that he is a villain character from a romantic fantasy novel, but he lives on his own terms.In the end, Zend only lived as a name labeled a villain by the whole world.Until the day comes, Zend was the last human to survive the appearance of The Evil One.The Evil One and The Angel saw the potential in Zend and sent Zend back to time Zend younger, second change-In this life, Zend will be the hero and villain of this romantic novel once again. Zend will engage with this entire world. Meet Transmigration, Reincarnated, 7 Sins, 12 Color, 6 disaster and Apostle.Zend Wolfled regret, hatred, anger, sadness and revenge will begin once again...

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.”