MTL - Things from Another World - Chapter 1427 Support from Purgatory Abyss!

Lin Xinyan was set up a one-night stand trade with a stranger man to get the medical treatment fee to save her mother. That night took her virginity and got her pregnant. Lin Xinyan never touched her husband-Zong Jinhao, until one day she found out her crippled husband was involved with another woman. The woman met her and recognized that Lin Xinyan was the one that she set up for that one-night stand. When she knew Lin Xinyan was pregnant with Zong Jinhao's child, she tried to kill her and her baby with every means she could. But Lin Xinyan didn't know that the man who slept with her that night was her husband, nor did Zong Jinhao know the baby was his, until one day...

Auren was the star of his generation. Graduated the combat school at the age of 12, mental fortitude was beyond his peers, and he was considered the talent of the Western State of Lysendral.It was for this reason that his awakening was greatly anticipated. Everyone was sure the star would receive a Divine Blessing from the Archon.And like others before him, be set on a definite journey to becoming the strongest Blessed in the history of the world.However, expectations were shattered when Auren awakened a Divine… Curse.“Such a phenomenon has never been heard of!”“How can a human awaken a curse! This is an abomination! Kill him! Sacrifice him to the archons!”In such a slight moment of appointment, Auren's entire life came crashing down.And he became a national criminal. Locked up and sentenced to death for having receiving a curse instead of a blessing.A 16 year old boy was ruthlessly killed by a guillotine and offered as a sacrifice to prevent doom… and the people relished in it.However, this was not the end for Auren.[Congratulations, you have died by execution],[Conditions have been met][You have challenged your first fester.][A requiem beckons onto you..][...Your resurrection awaits.]Having broken the shackles of death, Auren rises again to seek vengeance and destroy not just the nation that had killed him but tear down the very existence of the archons themselves.But is everything really as it seems?

“The Fang family had two daughters. Their youngest daughter, Fang Yan, was known for her beauty. Rumor had it that she was indescribably beautiful. However, the eldest daughter of the Fang family, Fang Liu, had a low IQ since she was young and only started to speak when she was eight years old. Her parents regarded her as a burden while the outside world treated her as a laughing stock.

However, no one knew that Fang Liu was an ultimate prodigy whose intelligence merely developed late. Afterward, Fang Liu got pregnant for no reason. Four months into her pregnancy, her parents forced her to marry the richest man in South City, the Mo family. Rumors had it that her husband was an old man who had been paralyzed in bed since the age of seven. Unexpectedly, when Fang Liu married into the Mo family, she found out that not only was her husband not an old man, he was also extremely handsome.

He was the Young Master of the Mo family that everyone admired—Mo Yu! Moreover, Fang Liu’s child was not even Mo Yu’s, but Young Master Mo did not seem to mind? Mo Yu even declared in front of everyone, “”Although the child isn’t mine, the wife is mine!”” Everyone else, “”Young Master Mo is too honest!”” After Fang Liu got married, Young Master Mo doted on her so much that even she was moved. She had found a great stepfather for her child! A few months later, Fang Liu looked at her newborn’s face and it nearly felt like she was looking at a miniature version of Mo Yu. Fang Liu, “”Didn’t you claim that the child isn’t yours?”” Mo Yu shrugged. “”I was just spouting nonsense.”” It turned out that there was no such thing as the right person at the right time at the right place. It was all premeditated. “”It’s because I love you that I’ve tried everything I can; I endured all the criticism for my only wish is to have you as mine.

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.”