Conquering the Tower Even Regressors Couldn't - Chapter 330: Seventy-Ninth Floor, Euros’s Forest (4)

In my previous life, I was a pawn, highlighting Henry Preston's deep affection for another woman, ultimately leading to a tragic end with a broken family and a desolate fate.After being reborn, I found that letting go and doing nothing felt the most comfortable, so I decided not to intervene and just wait for Henry Preston to propose a divorce.But the situation developed a bit strangely; the man who was never home in the past life started coming back frequently. He also seemed worried that I might cheat on him.“Do you believe that in the near future, you'll be eager for me to disappear?” I asked.“Stop dreaming,” he replied. “We'll torment each other to death.”I sighed, confident in my knowledge as someone reborn, that Henry Preston would soon meet his true love.Finally, he and she met, and I thought my freedom was just a step away.However, he quietly asked back, “Who said I was going to divorce?”Not only did he refuse to divorce, but he also started paying more and more attention to me, even abandoning his true love!

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.”

[Not Pursuing a Career, Just Falling in Love]

Lin Jianzhi was a crybaby with overactive tear ducts. She would cry when nervous, cry when happy, and cry even more when sad.

One day, the senior she had secretly loved for years stood in front of her and handed her a pack of tissues.

Zhu Lishen: “Can you stop crying?”

Lin Jianzhi wanted to explain herself but couldn’t stop sobbing uncontrollably.

Zhu Lishen was going crazy: “What exactly do you want? Do you want me?”

Lin Jianzhi was stunned for a moment before bursting into loud wails.

Zhu Lishen: “!!!”

Both mortals and cultivators are afraid of death, yet Jiang Cheng isn't. With the Undefeated System, he could benefit from each of his deaths and comes back to life every time.“Ding, detected that the host is dead, the Undefeated System is officially activated.”“The host gains a hundred million lives, and once killed in the future, will be resurrected in full health within 30 seconds.”“In the midst of life and death, there is great opportunity, after resurrection, the host will surely defeat the opponent...”