MTL - Venerated Venomous Consort - Chapter 2798 Mysterious young man

After 50 years of being in the position of Hwacheon Clan Leader, Kang-hyuk, widely renowned as 'The Dragon' retires.

A premeditated car accident almost cost Lu Jinghan his life, but fortunately, Doctor Han saved him.Later, the old master of the Lu Family said with delight, “The life-saving grace of Doctor Han cannot be thanked with words; it's better to let my grandson offer himself in gratitude.”“Old man, that's enough.” A deep voice came from behind, belonging to Lu Jinghan.Han Xi also felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She's a doctor; healing and saving people is her duty and doesn't deserve such... generous reward....Later, Doctor Han became the person Mr. Lu cherished in his heart.Mr. Lu had a smile on his lips, a smile as sweet as nectar: “Let's have a child, then we'll be a family of three.”“Two, I want both a boy and a girl.”“No, just one.”“Why?”Mr. Lu gazed lovingly at his Mrs. Lu: “It's too painful to have a child, one is enough.”What to do, it seems Doctor Han wants to pounce on her Mr. Lu right now.

A young man dies and is transported all the way back into Ancient Sparta. Underneath all the bravado is a now failing nation after over extension from the Peloponnesian war against Athens. Will the man save Sparta and forge it in his desired image? Or will Persia, Athens, and other city-states or empires crush them!Contains portrayals of real life leading figures and gets to the nitty gritty of the often disgusting and disturbing life's people suffered through in Ancient Greece.Expect a new chapter a few times a week. Total world count 30,000

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.”