Tome of Troubled Times - Chapter 129: I’d Like Him to Taste the Bitterness of Defeat

Tao Ti was the daughter of Taotie and the mount of War God, who bravely sacrificed herself to save War God. War God collected her soul fragments and sent them into reincarnation.Taotie, a Fierce Beast, feeds on Evil Spirit, resentment, and misfortune.The reincarnated little Tao Ti was switched by a maid and sold to the mountains, where she faced daily struggles of hunger and inadequate clothing.Fortunately, a variety show entered the village and filmed little Tao Ti, causing a sensation in the comments section~【Such a cute human cub, don't block her from the camera, I want to watch!】【The show crew should give her more screen time, poor little thing!】【Isn't she much more beautiful than a female star?】A talent agency quickly came to sign her, but her real elder brother, a big shot, rushed over to take her home!She not only exploded in popularity in the entertainment industry but also became the beloved darling of a wealthy family!

If someone told Shen Jin before that zombies can wipe out human beings,

Shen Jin would definitely scoff: “Give me an artillery company and I can clean up a city!”

However, when the zombie virus came without warning, the hot weapon most relied on by human beings could not be fired for some reason.

The real horror comes…  

It’s getting dark, the internet is going to be cut off

Shen Jin hid in the basement, shivering, and the fingers on the keyboard were no longer fast.

Sudden! A light flashed!

“Huh? My World Support System… System!?”

“Ah this!”

So Shen Jin believed that as long as I didn’t go out, I was the perfect undefeated God of War.

Start your own doomsday fat house life

“The first step… just smash it a hundred trees!”

[Serious non-driving group: 869543467, welcome sand sculpture (crossed out) cute book friends to add group chat to urge more]

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Gu Chaoyan is the eldest daughter of the Gu Family, yet the least favorite one. She is mostly despised and belittled by everyone around, only because she isn’t pretty.

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.”