Videogame: Charge Ten Billion On Day One And Got A SSS-grade Talent - Chapter 524 - : The Finals of the Qingzhi Competition

Ajax was an orphan who survives a massacre along with his friends but unfortunately gets separated from them.

Fortunately, after a turn of events, he successfully gains a system which helps him increase his cultivation, but doesn't know what it is called.

But he knows one thing for sure, this system is very powerful and helpful in taking his revenge.

“Whoever you are, I am gonna find you”, Ajax mumbled himself with a disgruntled expression.

In a world where Summoning of an elemental spirit is done through a dream when they are 15 years old, Ajax with the help of a system and his summoned spirits sets out on a journey to seek revenge against the mastermind behind the massacre.

[Chongwen, Shuangqiang, Shuangwen, Tarot cards, scumbags! 】

Ten years of marriage, ten years of dedication.

She devoted all her talents and gave all her feelings, and in the end, she got a long-planned fire.

Husband mutilated, girlfriend betrayed.

It turned out that all the people around were people in the play.

Before her rebirth, she was a prosperous and talented woman who moved the capital.

After being reborn, she is a prosperous world famous in the capital… a straw bag!

Moreover, it has also become a destitute daughter who depends on others.

Cowardly, cowardly, trash, incompetent, these are the many vests attached to her.

Open your eyes again, the moment of youth, when she becomes her!

In this life, she returned with her golden finger!

A deck of tarot cards to play the entire giant!

**

Young Master Wushuang, he is the head of the Mo family who is famous in the capital, but mysterious and unpredictable.

Also a cursed demon.

Holding life and death in his hand, he dominates the destiny. He is the leader of the supernatural power world.

The monstrous dignitaries and prosperous beauty have attracted countless girls.

One is a humble and cowardly swindle, and the other is a ‘devil who moves the capital and is cursed. ’

The collision of water and fire, the interweaving of cold and heat.

I don’t know who fell to whom in the end.

**

Later, the head of the Mo family, who has never been close to women, suddenly announced the marriage in a high-profile manner.

The whole country is boiling, and countless girls are heartbroken.

After marriage, he turned into five good men, doting on his wife like his life, only his wife obeys.

【small theater】

A certain woman (indifferent face): “Mr. Mo is rich and powerful, and a little girl can’t afford to be high.”

The corner of a certain man’s mouth evoked a meaningful arc.

A certain woman was so frightened that she immediately took a step back: “you, you, what do you want?”

……

【Mr. Mo’s Quotations】

*You have to know that in this world, no one except me is qualified to be side by side with you.

*This prosperous world is gone, I can still recreate one! And she, the only one in the world, I can’t afford to gamble!

*It’s just money, even her life is given to her, so waste it.

- 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.”

Death, Depression, Poverty, Love issues – all things that a 27-year no-name writer faces.