The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts - Chapter 122: I forgot. You’ll never be able to speak again

Song Yu Xi is a tasker.

The system told her that she has a great and glorious task on her shoulders – to save the world!

Song Xu Yi is dedicated to her work, remembering the first rule of the Fast-Travel Code of “no love”, and is dedicated to reforming the world-ending villain and strengthening the power of the protagonist, but she never thought that every world would develop in an unpredictable direction:
The beautiful and charming villainous movie queen hugged Song Xu Yi’s neck and breathed like an orchid: “Kid, why do you always blush when you see me?”

The sickly and delicate villain Omega raised Song Xu Yi’s chin: “My dear Miss Song, how does it feel to have an Alpha become an Omega?”

The cold and beautiful villain student sneered and put the five million check into her school bag: “There is no other way to repay the favor of funding, only the promise of your body.”

The villainous prince disguised as a man slowly tore up the peace proposal: “If you want to negotiate peace, you can let your Grand Princess Song Xu Yi come and make peace…”
System （(艹皿艹 )）: Say no to love and don’t fall in love!!!

Song Xu Yi ((╥_╥)): Sorry!

I blame the villain for being too beautiful, I couldn’t see her tears…

The love story of a hardworking wage earner tasker and a gloomy world-destroying paranoid villain.

- Description from Novelupdates

On Terra, everyone has a 58% chance to “Awaken” as a Traveler—a chosen few who can access mystical portals called Flumes, allowing them to travel to Genovia, a world filled with unimaginable power, chaos, and danger. But not everyone gets to be a hero.Born into a struggling family with nothing but ragged clothes and a bleak future, Aoni Thurston, a total nobody with a humiliating One-Star Potential and G- stats across the board, knows his only chance at survival hinges on unlocking his hidden ability, something which all Traveler’s are gifted “Attributes.”But Aoni’s Attribute, “Progression,” holds a secret—a power to bend the rules of his ruthless reality. Each small victory, every step forward, earns him mysterious Progress Points, enabling him to transform his weaknesses into strength. Surviving the unforgiving snows of his desolate Territory, he faces isolation, despair, and near-death, all while unraveling the potential of his Attribute.In a world where power is everything, can Aoni claw his way from obscurity to greatness, or will the system grind him into dust? His future is uncertain, but one thing is clear—everything in his world can change through his Attribute: Progression.

The female lead tormented scum without rest, and the male lead showered her with endless affection.Returning to the turning point of fate, she was determined to strike the supreme with her fists and kick the trash underfoot.Those who had once wronged her, deceived her, and taken advantage of her, brace yourselves for trembling!Watch him and her: not wasting their prime years, hand in hand, they compose a grand wedding!

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.”