Country Maiden: Fields and Fortune - Chapter 457

The once most powerful ancient forbidden divine art, the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique has been lost for millions upon millions of years.Countless years later, youth Lin Feng who was down on his luck, managed to obtain the number one ancient forbidden divine art, the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique by chance.When Lin Feng departed from a tiny city of the northern-most area in the world, a legendary story would begin.This is a world with experts as many as the trees in a forest, a world where different races vyes for supremacy.Who shall rule over destiny in this boundlessly vast land?Depending on the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique, Lin Feng battle the heavens and fought the earth, sweeping aside all experts with dominance, tyrannically ruling the myriad realms.

In his old life, he was an assassin, invisible, efficient, and utterly alone.His only escape came from the pages of a fantasy novel, Crown of Thorns, and the character no one else seemed to understand: Lady Evelina D’Arclight, the proud and brilliant villainess fated to lose everything.After his death, he wakes up inside that very story, not as a hero, but as Cael Arden, a student at Eryndor Royal Academy. The world is just as he remembers it, right down to the woman destined to fall.But this time, he’s not a bystander.With a lifetime of deadly skills and the knowledge of what’s to come, Cael sets out to rewrite the story itself, to protect Evelina, rise through the academy’s ruthless hierarchy, and change a fate written in stone.As alliances form and secrets surface, the line between fiction and reality starts to blur.And in a world built on power and prophecy, he’ll prove that even a villainess deserves her happy ending.

As a true over-bearing president scum gong, when Xie He for the Nth time rejected his admirer, he heard a sentence in his head: “Congratulations on achieving the “rejects 100 hosts” accomplishment; as an award you will soon bind to the “Scum Gong and Cheap Shou” system, entering other worlds to complete capture missions.

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.”