Purple Mist Dao Master - Chapter 116 - 102 The Road Ahead!

Because of a transmission error, Tan Jinxue, who loves women and loves men, had to embark on a mission journey to conquer the heroines of the world and become the male god of all people.

Heroine No. 1: He is my salvation.
Heroine No. 2: I have seen the vast universe, the most beautiful is the starlight seen on his shoulder.
Heroine No. 3: I would rather die with my spirit and soul, and my body die, as long as it is for him…

As a gold medal salesman in the fast-paced game, Tan Jinxue expressed satisfaction with her performance, and by the way… she also attacked the male protagonists who were poached.

Rival No. 1: You are the only one who matches me.
Rival No. 2: I got 150 points in the test, can I kiss you?
Rival No. 3: If this world does not have you, let it be destroyed.

The one who is loved is always the master of the spirit, but the one who loves loses his soul.
The heroine Su breaks the sky, is an expert at flirting with girls, professionally seduces rivals in love, kills both men and women, without fail!

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- Description from novelbuddy

Yin Shuang Shuang, a regular girl who grew up in a conservative family, who never even had a boyfriend at the age of 25, suddenly transmigrated in a world where s*x is all that matters.In a world where value was skewed. Where s*x is expected, glorified, and a fight for the world’s survival. How will Yin Shuang Shuang adapt and survive?Follow her as she navigates the entertainment industry in an attempt for survival and defiance to the world. Would her journey to the top give her the freedom that she really wants? And would love be able to blossom under the society’s heavy repression of it?

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.”