The Brilliant Fighting Master - Chapter 623 - A Stone Gate

A fire destroyed the appearance of Miss Ling Yue Ling, the eldest daughter of the Ling family. Her fiancé broke off the engagement and she became a laughingstock across the city. Unbeknownst to others, she was no longer the person she once was.When she revived and reappeared before everyone, her beauty was peerless and shocked them all.Her former fiancé regretted his actions: “Yue Yue, could you give me another chance?”Miss Ling casually threw a tr*sh can at him: “tr*sh belongs in the tr*sh can. Also, we are not that close, please address me as Miss Ling.”

Batman: “You can't deny that your brother, Superman, brought about Zod. The two of them battled and nearly destroyed half of Metropolis. Countless people perished in that disaster—do you want to take a look at the list of casualties that could drown a person?”David: “He was adopted.”The Flash: “Why don't you step up like your brother and lead the heroes on the front lines to protect the world?”David: “I don't possess the same kind of power as he does.”Wonder Woman: “Are you saying that when Superman was punched by Doomsday, you would've gone up there and given Darkseid a round of military combat?”...Transcending into the DC world, David finds himself becoming the newborn son of Superman's foster parents, gaining the Thanos template at birth. Moreover, by influencing the emotions of plot characters, he can accelerate the fusion of templates and unlock new ones?The Hephaestus template—loaded. The template of a million stellar sentinels—loaded! The template of the divine Celestial Arbiter Arithm—complete Phoenix Force template, Golden Planet Devourer template...

Elias' world was destroyed right in front of his eyes. Only after his transmigration did he learn that there was nothing natural about its destruction.“Mother, I passed my Practical Exams! I was so lucky to get a weak world like Earth for my practicals! It only took a few months!”The person who destroyed his world was the eldest son of the family he was transmigrated to, the Ashborns.He could never forget his sister's cries when she suffered and eventually died from the virus that wreaked havoc in his world. And here he was, the person responsible, laughing.Elias wanted to repay the favor. He wanted to bring absolute ruination to these people. And for that, he had to play by their rules. He had to become the Architect of an Apocalypse…

“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.