Apocalypse: Transmigrated General's Daughter Uses Space to Survive - Chapter 114: Chu Hao’s Reaction

Tachikawa Shin always thought he was a decent, upright man—unfortunately, he’d been saddled with an indecent favorability system.Raise others’ affection to grow stronger?“I’d rather stay away from these witches, but this concerns my safety and physical integrity... Well, it seems I don’t have a choice,” Tachikawa Shin said righteously, with absolutely no perversion whatsoever.All hail the Rizzler!

[Note: Male lead – Yu Luobai]The story begins with an attempt at su*cide. The newly revived female supporting role is confused. After barely surviving, she discovers that she has been transported into the role of a disposable female celebrity burdened by scandal and debt.In order to repay her debts, she decides to live frugally while relying on her status to improve her fortunes. She befriends the female lead hoping to benefit from her luck.One day, she suddenly realizes that the famous celebrity has been getting unusually close.

He swore that if he was given a second chance to live, he would live his life to the fullest.His life was full of misery but he was reincarnated in the body of the son of the strongest expert in the empire.He had the looks, wealth, and women. He was known as the “Handsome Playboy” and he didn't want to become a righteous protagonist.He awakened a system that can make him strong by making others feel the 7 sins towards him.He will collect many beauties and live to the peak of life.

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.”