Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don't Want to Have Any More Children With You - Chapter 29Vol 1. : Great strength works wonders.

Chen Chuan has transmigrated into a martial world and today is the day when he takes his entrance test for the most renowned academy in his city.With no prior martial training, his confidence stems from his second self, capable of absorbing damage and enhancing the power of his strikes.

People always say to be careful for what you wish for, cause it might just come true, but have people ever warn to be careful of what you say.What Ariana do when she is rejected by her mate, right after they just complete mating. Hunter rejects Ariana even after she tells him that she is pregnant. Dejected by the rejection, she leaves and on the way is attacked by rogues.What happens next to Ariana...

The outbreak of an unknown virus infection has turned the city of Hanghai into a living hell. The people infected have turned into scary zombies. Three months ago, Qin An’s wife divorced him and told him that the virus was about to spread and that Hanghai city was about to become a quarantine area, leaving him with a pile of supplies. Three months later, he has slowly healed his wounds from the divorce, and now he’s thinking about how to live.

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.”