THE SCUM VILLAIN'S SELF-SAVING SYSTEM (Mo Xiang Tong Xiu) - Chapter 39 -

Grayson is a poor college student, scavenging leftover food, betrayed by his girlfriend, and constantly looked down on by everyone around him. Little do they realize he’s actually the heir to the mightiest billionaire family. When the seal on Grayson’s fortune is lifted, he transforms into the ultimate second-generation rich kid. He only wants to keep a low profile, but fate just won’t let him!So you think I’m just a loser? Fine. I’ll quietly use my money to solve everything behind your backs. Then I’ll make you all choke on your own words, swallow every insult, and slap you hard in the face...（This is anovel full of twists, comebacksand face-slapping moments, witha tightly woven and engaging plot—definitely worth your time.If you enjoy my story, please support it by adding itto your favorites. Your encouragement is the driving force behind my continued creation of exciting contentI also promise there will be no disappointing ending—the storywill have a satisfying conclusion. As the author,I already have 1.5 million words in reserve and willupdate with at least three chapters daily on average.）

Seo-Joon, who had been working to save money in order to pay off his dead parents’ debt and attend a hunter academy, ended up needing to spend all his savings on a surgery due to an unfortunate accident.In his moment of despair, a weird advertisement played.[You can also become an awakener!]He decided to register since he had nothing else to lose.[Mr. Kim Seo-Joon, welcome to Transcension Academy.]This hunter academy is on a completely different ‘dimension’ than the rest!In the age of private hunter education, you can also become a ‘transcender.’

Age difference of 700 years, vampire theme, cultivation, grammatical
This article is also known as “How to fall in love with an arrogant and abstinent old man”
That day, the girl was picked up by Mu’s house, covered in scars.
Everyone wondered, Mu Fei was so arrogant and cold, how could he accept such a small stutter.
The cold-hearted hostess felt a headache, “When are you going to follow me.”
“You, like, flowers, I, I think, for you.”
The girl’s heart was full of affection, and her little scarred hand held a bunch of purple flowers and handed it to the sweetheart who only belonged to the darkness.
An awards ceremony ten years later
Someone asked her: Why does Miss You always cover her neck every time she shows up?
You Ran’s expression was subtle, and he could only explain lightly: “I’m probably afraid of the cold.”
In fact, she was also helpless.
After all, the adult she admired was a cold-blooded clan who had lived for more than seven hundred years and was picky and obsessed with cleanliness. His greatest hobby was—
bit her neck with fangs,
Leave that exclusive bite/mark mark.
Even if the painful tears fell, she was willing to make each other’s blood-fed desserts.
Because she will be her nightingale in the end.

“On her lips is what my heart desires”
One-sentence introduction: After the pure complex stammering poor cub (true boss) was picked up by the high-cold abstinence blood clan, the romantic love story of “the following crime”.

Instructions for reading:
1. Abstinence, arrogant vampire noble x stunner in the world, crazily criticizing beauty
2. Mr. Mu Fei has two little hobbies: biting Yu and his neck; watching plays and movies.
3. This article is empty, the background is private, and the dark color of Cthulhu, please do not delve into it.
4. Two-way sweet pet/master/servant/cultivation/birth/age difference 700 years old/HE
5. Scarf @ Xia Sugar Suxi

Content tags: strong, soft spot, blood family, cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Mu Fei, You Ran ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: “Human” x Vampire, contrast cute
One-sentence introduction: innocent and crazy criticizing stunner & arrogant abstinence blood family
Intention: Firmly believe in the sun.

- Description from novelbuddy

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.”