Reborn As The Minor Villain In A Romance Fantasy Novel - Chapter 37: Northcrest Resort [III]

Transform into Divine Dragon and dominate the world!
He is the only Divine Dragon in the sea who founded an underwater Dragon Palace.
With Crawfish Soldiers and Crab Generals as his followers, wild sharks and gigantic octopuses as his subordinates, he is the dragon that rules the city.

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Kaito Nakamura, a shy university nerd, thought he’d found love when the stunning Aiko chose him as her boyfriend. Their sweet, fluffy romance fills his lonely world with hope—until he discovers she’s cheating on him with multiple guys, reveling in the taboo thrill of betraying someone so innocent. Heartbroken and humiliated as explicit photos of her circulate online, Kaito’s tears are interrupted by a mysterious popup: the “Revenge NTR System Beta.” Promising retribution but with a chilling condition — he can’t break up with her.Contains Ntr, read at your own risk

“It was a book.It was a scripture.”Its cover was made of the skin of those who hold a grudge against humans.Its words were written with the blood of those who hold a grudge against heaven.Its weave was created from the sinews of those who hold a grudge against earth.The ancient demonic object, restraining darkness shaking heaven scripture (制暗震天經).Yeon Sang-hyeon, who signed a contract with the restraining darkness shaking heaven scripture at the last moment of his days, is now rewriting his own destiny.The peerless genius met the ancient demonic object!

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.”