Genshin Impact: I'm The Envoy of Snezhnaya - Chapter 38: You Claim You Haven’t Read My Light Novel

As a successful author, Max was used to hate comments but he never expected that his decision to kill an important character would result in his death.Apparently, the Goddess and her brother used to read his novels and were both a big fan of his works. Sadly, the brother didn't like his decision and killed him.As compensation, the goddess decided to send Max in his own novel as the protagonist and complete the story without letting any of the main characters die.Max had no problem with that, so he accepted it and asked for something else too.“Can I court you?”Now, he has the Goddess accompanying him as the Ultimate Leveling System. Not only that, his system also rewards if he saved the favourite characters of his novel. What could be better than this life?[You have Killed the Giant Behemoth Dragon, granted 200000 EXP.][You have saved the side character, Charlotte Sinclair, granted the fortune worth Corelhelm Kingdom.]Watch as how the author makes the harem of his favourite characters while leveling Endlessly....What to expect-Leveling+Mana Cultivation+Labyrinth adventures-OP MC-Light Hearted, Low stakes-A proper Harem and good romance-Very less Smut (yeah, the number of those chapters will be very low as I intend to focus on relationships, adventures and of course Labyrinth stuff.

Ruel finds himself thrust into a brutal post-apocalyptic world, bound to a bizarre “Milf System.” This system demands morally questionable acts – NTR, seducing milfs, and claiming other men's wives – as the sole means of gaining strength and essential survival skills.The brutal reality of this new world awakens Ruel's hidden lust and dark desires. He swiftly abandons any semblance of morality, embracing the system's perverse demands with growing fervor.Driven by an insatiable hunger for power and pleasure, Ruel revels in the ravages he inflicts, using his newfound abilities to dominate and conquer.His journey transforms him into a ruthless force, where survival is intertwined with the satisfaction of his darkest urges, leaving a trail of broken relationships and conquered women in his wake.

Seria, a social outcast, has changed.
Seria Stern, the wicked woman who made everyone tremble with fear, was now calm.

In fact, she wasn’t just changed, she was a completely different person.

The moment she realized that she had possessed the body of the villain Seria, in a romance novel, she had a hunch about the future and decided to live low.

She would avoid kidnapping and harassing the original heroine, hence preventing her death by decapitation at the hands of Kalis, the second male lead.

In order to avoid that, she had to fix her bad relationship with Kalis and even healed his injured arm.

Thanks to that she got engaged with him, so it’s all worked out.
Finally, the original heroine returned, and her husband, Lesche, should be on good terms with her now.

“I’ve been waiting to escort her, so…”

Lesche asked, resolutely cutting off Kalis’ words.

“Miss Seria, it would be better for you to choose. With whom would you want to go with?”

Something was strange.
The original, wasn’t it perfectly fine?

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.”