I Am The Heroine's Father: The Cannon Fodder's Ascent - Chapter 3: Gamble it All

Xiaofei finds herself alive again inside the body of a beautiful young lady from the noble Lin family owning the same name as her.She was blessed with a peerless face, worthy of winning every men's heart and gaining women's envy in her previous life.But she foolishly fell in love with the prince, and was destined to die at the hands of her own beloved person.Even in this new life and body. Evil schemes and scandals won't let her escape even after her rebirth hence,she starts to do the same. Be evil and ruthless to those who went against her.Men and women needs to be bought.Golden Throne has to be passed over.Empire must be conquered and torched down.And hearts needs to be snatched.Xiaofei swears to overturn the world and slay her enemy. With a cruel era like this, one can only forcibly try to make a shell and protect oneself from harm.However, who would have thought that a man full of viciousness an arrogance that could pierce the sky would suddenly barge into Xiaofei's life? And would shamelessly whisper next to her ear, “Your enemy is my enemy and your wish is my command. However, I also have another wish that only you could grant for me.”“That is to have my wife for breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner.”Xiaofei: “……”

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.”

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