Obtaining 10x rewards! Reincarnated into a novel as a side-character! - Chapter 234 Two Fools Greet Death!

****EXTREMELY SMUTTY**CAUTION: CONTAINS ELEMENT OF TABOOA sudden heart-throb, a shattered climax—and 22-year-old shut-in Edward Hunt dies mid-masturbation, and transmigrated as the declining barons family's heir.From Lucien's birth he was left with childhood of starvation, his mother’s untimely death, and a desperate political situation which challenge his claim as the head of House Argrave and the baron's title.Now Possessing his body Edward was left with to deal with such mess.No sooner has Edward processed this cruel rebirth, an unfamiliar sound echo in his head:“WELCOME TO THE MILF EMPEROR SYSTEM.”Connecting....SuccessInitializing.......Success“FUCK THE MILFS AND GET STRONGER, CONQUER THE MILFS, CONQUER THE WORLD.From an Baron without wealth, failed to save its people, to the conquering the world just by fucking milfs.Read the novel to find out how he do it.MILF SYSTEM - TASK POINTS CHARTHandjob - 5 PointsBlowjob - 10 PointsSex - 50 PointsCreampie - 75 PointsThreesome - 100 PointsFoursome - 200 pointsSpank - 15 PointsAnal - 150 PointsOrgy - 500 pointsBDSM - 700 pointsNTR other people - 1000 points.A little slow-burn novel.

Su Xiaoxiu failed the college entrance exam and was admitted to a private university instead. Looking at the expensive tuition bill, her whole family was worried about how to pay for it. Should she take a gap year and retake the exam?

Just then, she suddenly got a progress system that gave her money every time she walked somewhere?! Looking at the large amount of money in the system, she was determined to improve herself and contribute something useful to society.

She was forced by her husband and his mistress to jump into the sea and commit suicide, only to be rescued and taken care of by the jerk's uncle for seven years.

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.”