Douluo Dalu - Chapter 278 — Fighting Bibi Dong Again, The Tang Army’s First Show Of Force

Ronnie, a college student with a boring life has everything around him change when his whole world is turned upside down by a woman he accidentally summons while trying to summon a magical familiar as a game.His peaceful and tranquil days are disrupted as he tries to help her fit into human society while also searching for a way to break their bond.Hell further breaks loose when he discovers that his familiar is indeed the demon queen and mysterious forces start trying to eliminate him for reasons unknown.He struggles to protect himself, adjusting to having a demon queen in his life, and understanding his growing feelings for her.

Because of her beauty, Dr. Su is visited by dozens or even hundreds of patients every day for various ailments like hemorrhoids and toothaches.Unexpectedly, there comes an even more outrageous claim: “Doctor, I'm injured there!”Just as Su Mei Xi was about to get angry, she realized it was the man she had met two months ago.Back then, he had been composed, but today, he claimed responsibility and they immediately registered for marriage at the civil affairs bureau, walking out with two red certificates.Initially, she thought she merely found a giant tree to lean on for shelter. However, when her ex-boyfriend, stepbrother... continuously came to harass her, she discovered that this tree not only had exceptional strength, a deep background, and mysterious origins but could also cook, wash clothes, and make beds...And then, one day, a helicopter landed, and he descended from the rooftop. Only then did she realize he was actually a distinguished war god!

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.”