MTL - The Valiant Farmgirl’s Blackhearted Husband Wants a Hug - Chapter 308 308 Terror is so

Harry got a strange Life Achievement System which assigns missions that reward him for acting like a scumbag and earning Scum Points.Scum Points Could can be exchanged for powerful magical items, rare abilities, and tools that give Harry an edge in both life and business.At first, he resents it. Then he gets curious. And finally… he gets hooked.But being a scumbag is a high-risk profession. One wrong move, and he could lose everything, even his life. To survive this dangerous game, Harry must walk the line between manipulation and strategy, charm and ruthlessness.He’ll cheat, scheme, and hustle his way to the top.

In the final year of high school, Christian’s ordinary life takes a dramatic turn when he is struck by lightning, awakening the Idle System, a manifestation of his dream.What begins as a personal fantasy quickly transforms into a new reality for Christian, who revels in his newfound abilities while the world around him remains blissfully unaware.However, as Christian adjusts to his extraordinary circumstances, strange and unsettling events begin to unfold globally.Would the genre of the world also become Fantasy or would it stay exclusive to him?

（Both Pure, 1v1, Second Male Lead Rising）When Stella Grant broke up with her ex, Silas Sutton appeared just in time, like he knew it was going to happen.Amidst the swirling snow, Silas leaned casually against the car, biting a cigarette, and smirked: Broke up?Stella looked up at him, her gaze cold: Even if I break up, it won't be your turn.Later, Stella married Silas.Everyone thought Stella had found a better match.Only Silas knew that he was the one who fought through challenges, rising from the position of the second male lead.

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.”