Soul of Searing Steel - Chapter 471 - The Right to be Willful

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.”

Yao Zhi died in regret due to exhaustion and transmigrated into an unrecorded kingdom in history.Waking up to find herself in a body weighing more than 200 jin, she was in despair. As she was ready to curse Heaven, she found herself bound with a system.With an auction system on hand, she embarked on the journey of pampering her rough husband and building her business.

It was only last year that I realized that the world I had been reincarnated into was the world of the Romantic Comedy book. What's worse, the person I had reincarnated as was someone featured in the book.A running gag character who the Main Characters ran into at the most random times, of no use, and who would disappear as quickly as he appeared—an Extra C.Last year. A year before starting High School.It was already too late.Extra C had already become...