The Ace Sniper Wife - Chapter 1998: The Sniper’s True Strength (3)

Heaven and Earth serve as the guesthouse for all living things, with Time being the sojourner since time immemorial.

As with the difference between dreaming and awakening, the distinction between life and death is diverse and confused, and changing.

What awaits us beyond time, once we have transcended life and death, heaven and earth?

Due to rejection of the heart donated by her ex-boyfriend, she married him and supported him with her own blood for two years. After the rejection disappeared, he unexpectedly filed for divorce. She readily agreed and left, revealing to him how he gotten the heart. When he learned the truth, he was furious and disgusted with her.Five years later, she pretended to be dead and returned with their child, disguised as an ugly nanny...

Before her rebirth, she was abandoned by her parents, used, and ultimately killed by her manipulative, fake sister. After being reborn, she kicked all the trash to the curb and punished those who deserved it.Rumors spread online that Qin Sheng was being kept as a mistress?A group of computer geeks declared, “Let’s hack those keyboard warriors’ computers.”The top director asked, “Boss, have you finished writing the script?”A renowned medical expert said, “Sheng Sheng, our research institute is offering you a hundred million yuan. When can you come over?”A famous painter pleaded, “Sister Sheng, could you take me under your wing when you host your art exhibition?”The CEO of a billion-dollar company inquired, “Boss, when will you reveal your true identity?”Finally, a powerful figure pulled Qin Sheng into his arms, saying, “Sheng Sheng, I’ve transferred all my assets to you.”Netizens: ?? Is this world turning into a fantasy?She is a business prodigy, a computer genius, a legendary screenwriter, a celebrated painter, and a renowned doctor. Watch how she creates an era of prosperity and brilliance.(The male lead has a built-in talent for spotting fake people and spoils the female lead endlessly, with no limits!)

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.”