Flip the Coin [BL] - Chapter 215. News

It is well known that while most Evil Skills can be mastered quickly, they are accompanied by immense side effects. A slight misstep and you could drive yourself insane or get yourself killed.But what if the side effects could be transferred to your enemies? How exhilarating would it be to cultivate Evil Skills then?In any case, Zou Feng, who transmigrated here, is already having the time of his life.The most evil, most venomous, and most morally corrupt Cultivation Skills? Bring them all on.This Poison Skill will make your entire body fester and become unrecognizable? Cultivate it!Cultivating this Skill will cause you to lose your sanity and become worse than a beast? Cultivate it!A Cultivation Skill that ensures you won't live for more than a year upon mastery? Cultivate it!

Want to burn Night City to ashes?Want to overthrow these corporate enterprises?Want to try a fully immersive virtual reality game?What are you waiting for? Quickly order “Future Horizon - Cyberpunk”! You won't regret it! Free spots available!Huang Ban, Military Tech, Kangtao, Biotech, Su Petrochem: Where did these cyber nutcases come from?Ye Corporation: Don't look at me, you wouldn't mistake these jumping monkeys for rogue AI, would you?Blue Eyes: I don't know them.Night City's hottest sex icon: Why does every one of these lunatics want to kill me for a photo souvenir?Regina: Lin Miao, there are suddenly a lot of cyber psychopaths on the streets, do you have any clues?Lin Miao (whipping out a whip): I know, they are my loyal machine servantsPlayer: Dog planner, get out here! Who taught you that implants need a separate set of equipment? Guns and bulletproof vests aside, even the damn body requires me to pay? And Adam Heavyhammer, Darling~~ My secret weapon will give you an unexpected surprise~~

The great cultivator Qin Zhao, unable to bear the torment of her treacherous disciple, chooses death but ends up reincarnated as a scandalous starlet in the modern entertainment industry.This starlet is notorious for not taking her career seriously, engaging in underhanded tactics and is shunned by all top celebrities.Forced to make enemies and infamous, Qin Zhao retorts: I only know fortune-telling, keep the negativity coming.Using her skills in fortune-telling and feng shui to exorcise evil and dispel disasters, she becomes the honored guest of various magnates, turning haters into fans.However, her husband, a man of immense power and unpredictable moods, who is cold and difficult to handle, increasingly resembles her former disciple.Qin Zhao promptly serves divorce papers, demanding him out of her life. But the cold but elegant Dr. Chu reveals his true nature, desperate to keep her.Clutching her hand, he holds a scalpel to his chest, declaring, 'Zhao Zhao, you can take my life anytime, but you cannot leave me.'You destroyed and rebirthed me, thus my life can only be yours thereafter.ps: The fierce and cool female immortal master X from white to black, a seemingly cold but drama-loving doctor.

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.”