Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin - Chapter 7 - Seeing Him Again_1

Reborn and returning, he possesses medical skills, can practice immortality, has a slave who is the king of killers, and a maid who is the school beauty pursued by everyone. Even casually taking out a piece of trash can shock the world. His return has set this world ablaze.

In a world where magic is a science, Siobhan is a genius.But even geniuses need schooling.When Siobhan stumbled into the theft of a priceless magical book, she thought her dreams of becoming the world's most powerful sorcerer were destroyed.But then a mysterious spell changed her life forever...Siobhan is now wearing the body of a strange man and has a new identity—Sebastien. With a new chance for a new start, she allies herself with a local gang—secretly a revolutionary party funding itself through crime. Now, she is bound by vow to repay them in magic and favors. But as Sebastien's reputation begins to bloom, and Siobhan's old enemies still lurk in the shadows, she quickly realizes that the secrets of this world are deeper and darker than she ever could have imagined.Forced to juggle the two sides of her double life, Siobhan is determined to uncover the truth and take control of the name they gave her - The Raven Queen.

[Female disguised as man, 1v1 strong man and strong woman]

No green tea, no dog blood, feel free to enter the pit. In the eyes of fans, “he” is the almighty male god. In the e-sports circle, “he” is the invincible e-sports god. Likewise, “he” is a mysterious computer genius. But in a person’s eyes, “he” will always be his favorite child.

“Gender is not a problem!”

Fu Yanxing looked at An Chen and said this seriously, but why did An Chen’s expression look a little strange?

When a boyfriend became a girlfriend, Fu Yanxing asked every day, “When can I marry my child home?”

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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.”