Young Master Fu’s Incredible Real Heiress - Chapter 807 - Could These be Knockoffs?

After Chu Xia transmigrated, the villain forcefully grabbed onto his chin. With a gloomy expression and dark eyes, he coldly said, “Since you really enjoy hiring people to ruin others, why don’t you get a taste of your own medicine today.”

Chu Xia glanced at the goons standing behind the villain with eyes filled with a third of ridicule, a third of disgust, and a fourth of disappointment: That’s it? That’s all you got?

Gong before: He isn’t worthy of being compared to XXX. / Stay away from me, don’t touch me. / I’m straight, don’t get any ideas…

Gong after: So fragrant.

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Wen Jiang, whose soul had failed the deification tribulation, was struck into a strange world.Here, she became the sadistic protagonist of a tragic romance, enduring a love-hate relationship that bordered on life and death. After the original protagonist was beaten to death, she was even bound to a Drawing System that catered to such tragic heroines.System: “Draw cards! I have everything you need—the Beauty and Skincare Card, the Rose Body Fragrance Card, the Pitiful and Charming Card—all the looks the male lead desires. Your mission is to assist the male lead in becoming the greatest support in the world!”The once fearsome Wen Jiang, who would draw her sword and strike anyone she disliked: “......”......In this world, humans could summon Divine Beast card spirits for combat after a great war.However, the Yunxia Empire experienced a civilizational break after a large-scale war, not as intact as the Western civilization.The West possessed the pantheon of cards systems, including the Angel System, each of which was incredibly powerful.The civilization of the Yunxia Empire was lacking; the Phoenix, the true Dragon, the legendary Four Divine Beasts, and so on, were nowhere to be found.In the world card competition, they suffered repeated defeats, subjected to endless ridicule by the Western Empire.Latter, with the Azure Dragon card in her left hand and the White Tiger card in her right, Wen Jiang stepped on the Western countries, slapping the faces of everyone in the world.System: “Where's the male lead? Where's my big male lead?”(The male lead was drawn from the cards)

Clara Vance had it all.Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor.The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne.The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone.But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879.Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break.The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down.As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong.Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have.History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.

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.”