MTL - Venerated Venomous Consort - Chapter 470 Personally verify 3

[No fixed CP + wear books + brain hole cool text + women disguised as men + group pet]

Gu Lan crossed over and became the cannon fodder of the original book disguised as a man, counterattacked the protagonist of the original book who slapped her face, and lived in a dormitory full of sickly beauties.

Until one day, she discovered that her roommates were villains from other horror novels. After discovering the secret, Gu Lan thought she would be killed, but her roommates all looked at her strangely… Contrasted with cute Zhengtai, sickly and beautiful boy, split personality school girl, cold and stern school bully, romantic and noble son who plays Shura every day field.

- Description from novelbuddy

Anthony was an orphan and has been through the hard life filled with sufferingWorking twenty four hours a day with nothing to show for it.He prayed everyday for a better day but god seem to not hear himHe only read novels and other books in other to escape his harsh reality, because it was only in it he found solaceHe died one night on his way home from work after cursing god for the first time as a result of his frustration.He thought he would be heading to hell for cursing god.But a Unique being that even the universe couldn't fathom was intrigued with Anthony's soul.He decided to grant Anthony a wish after he had been through a hard lifeFollow Anthony as he vows to achieve whatever he couldn't in his past life.He shall stand above all with absolute powerAll tremble with just the mention of his name

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.”