Transmigrated as the Princess Consort of a Fallen Nation - Chapter 10

Su Yun came to a comprehensive world that was about to collapse due to a mysterious recovery, but he didn’t panic at all.

Because, he can edit the stories of the two-dimensional girls and broadcast them publicly, and gain enough prestige by publicly executing the girls, and then he can…

So…

“Artoria, I am your previous life, King Arthur!” Su Yun, who was in the form of a dumb haired king, looked at Artoria, a foreign student with a bewildered face, and said valiantly.

“The evil spirit, that’s me, that’s you! Tokisaki Kusan!” Su Yun, who was transformed into the elf of time, stood in front of the stunned Tokisaki Kusan, with a seductive smile on his face.

“Balzebu, the power of thunder is my power, and my shape is also the power you should have. Now, try to take out the power that belongs to you from your body! It’s called – Dream One Heart!” After listening to General Thunder’s words, Balzeb subconsciously stretched his right hand to his chest.

Morgan Le Fay, Tamamo Mae, Miyamoto Musashi, Yae Kamiko…

One after another, mortal girls who had no power before, all showed their extraordinary side to the world under Su Yun’s bad taste.

So, people really think that they do have extraordinary power, and therefore, they have really gained extraordinary power.

The world has been completely changed because of this, and the mysterious history that human beings cannot overcome is rewritten!

- Description from novelbuddy

Xiao Qingrong had no mother and no father. With his own ability, he climbed to the peak of life, then encountered a system who could shuttle him across time and space. “Do you want to become a male god?”

He turned into a 17-year old, weak chicken with two years left in prison, Xiao Qingrong coldly interrogated the system. The system, playing dead, threw a powerful pill.

#In short, this Male God always threatens his Super Male God System#

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.”

Betrayed by her boyfriend in the most humiliating way, She seeks solace in a night bar that leads to an unexpected turn—she finds herself pregnant with quadruplets, and the father is a gigolo!She thought it was merely a fleeting encounter, she returns home only to discover he's transformed into the city's most influential CEO.Struggling as a single mother, she's caught off guard when fate brings them together again. He recognizes her, and traps her...