Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start - Chapter 1493 - 353: The Kingdom of Gods_2

Su Hao traveled through the city and came to a world of integrated novels, and became one of the villain’s male supporting characters. He even kidnapped the heroine at the beginning.

Su Hao was a little panicked. In this world, various protagonists were born…

The son-in-law of the Dragon King pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, a super hero started from scratch, the soldier king returns, a peerless killer, an entertainment king, an immortal anchor, and an immortal respects life…

Facing the children of luck, what should he do?

“Ding – The host’s mood fluctuations are detected, and the Destiny Villain system is activated. Please make the following choices.”

[Option 1: Release the heroine, as if nothing happened, reward: Eliminate the identity of the host villain as a male supporting character! 】

[Option 2: Hunt down all the protagonists and become the villain of destiny, reward: lucky ten consecutive draws! 】

Since then…

Su Hao takes heaven and earth as the chessboard, and the protagonists of all walks of life as chess pieces, becoming the ultimate boss behind the scenes, dominating everything, covering the sky with only one hand…

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Forty years ago, Gu Hai, transmigrated to a brand new world where the cultivation was no longer fiction but a reality. These are the tales of Gu Hai’s life since his arrival at the Chen Kingdom as he becomes the biggest merchant of six kingdoms.

One day, a gallery appeared before my eyes.…And then I was able to see who wrote in the gallery.All the heroines are ‘virg*ns’.

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.”