I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World - Chapter 52: When Your Best Friend Clicks His Tongue at Your Survival

My whole life, all I wanted was power.

I churned the world into rivers of blood and eventually gained the title, “Demon Lord of Strength”. However, all this became useless when I lost to a party of heroes.

But what can a loser say? As I laid dying, I was forced to listen to the hero’s gibberish:

“If you are born again, I hope that you will live a kind life!”

But huh? When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the past.

“What do I have to do to live a kind life?”

This is the beginning of an ex-Demon Lord’s journey to live a kind

Xia Yangyang receives her 20th birthday present by witnessing her boyfriend and her best friend in bed.

The next moment, she ends up marrying the most eligible and wealthiest bachelor in the city, Gu Qichen.

From then on, she levels up and becomes invincible.

Xia Yangyang’s jerk ex-boyfriend tries to win her back, while her scheming friend plots against her. Mr Gu comes to her rescue and seeks revenge on her behalf.

She has a vicious half-sister and a stepmother who makes things difficult for her. Mr Gu retaliates and teaches them a lesson.

Everyone knows that Mr Gu is ruthless and cold-blooded. But no one has ever seen how he pampers and dotes on his wife…

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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.”