Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability - Chapter 2497: How Do You Want to Drag This Out?

The Hero Age— circa 3113 ad. An age where humans have developed superpowers such as superspeed, superstrength, and every cliche superhero power there is. But not everyone awakened superhero powers.

A tad 1% of the population were unawakened and Satoshi is one of them... or so he thought.

It all started when he wished for a System-like ability in front of a retro computer, which in turn granted it the power of the System. What Satoshi didn't know is that he holds the power to transform/evolve animals and inanimate objects.

How will Satoshi's life evolve after this newfound power? Will he finally be the very best like no one ever was?

Warning:- {Mature Content}Two people with different perspectives of life~A young Baroness, and the son of a Duke, bound by marriage, must work together to uncover the mysteries behind the disappearance of people living in their town.Madeline Albert, daughter of the late Baron is forced to step out of her shell in order to escape the marriage her uncle had purposely set her for to a Barbarian.On her wedding day, she flees from the church. With Fate taking a lead, she encounters the son of a Duke who is more than capable of shielding her from the hostilities of the world.Lord Cassian, the chaos maker of his town, thought he was capable of knowing and understanding everyone that steps into his life, but he turns doubtful when a lady requests a marriage of convenience from him.Why would she seek him despite knowing his reputation?But when the shadows of both their past emerges, bringing them closer and forcing desires to spark !! Cassian couldn't afford to get too close. Too bad his heart is the only thing that stands in his way...Will love between the two couples blossom, or will their differences get in the way?

No NTR-IncestA Boy struggles with the problems of being raised in a family full of lewd older women.

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.”