Mistress Of The Evil Forest - Case 52: Disciplining the red-haired battle maniac.

This book narrates the joyful cultivation tale of an ordinary commonplace university student and a cute and coquettish little fox.

[Shelter System successfully bound to host!][Option One: City of Light, save the survivors in the apocalypse and become a glorious and benevolent savior.][Option Two: City of Darkness, humans who enter the City of Darkness can only become your slaves. And you, will be the devil ruling over the apocalypse.]Sorry, I am no saint, I choose City of Darkness! From today onwards, I will be a villain!

GBT - BL OMEGAVERSE 18+The Wyne family is a famous wealthy family in Zondalian, a country famous for its progress in the eyes of the world. And their main heir is a handsome man named Daren Harry Wyne.Unfortunately, Daren was born as an Omega who always made trouble until his parents were fed up and annoyed with their own son's behavior.Until one day, a bodyguard is hired to watch over Daren from all sorts of dangers. Both from outside and from Daren himself.“Bodyguard, again? You've got to be kidding me. I can protect myself! I don't need an Alpha to protect me!”However, Daren realized that there was something different about his new bodyguard. There was something he was hiding.Something he couldn't reveal.“Who are you, Mr. Bodyguard?”Kill Me Protect Me, Mr. Bodyguard.

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.”