MTL - Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort - Chapter 415 (2) Hey, it won't hurt you

A girl Alicia lived as an orphan in a world of sword and magic Ciel.

One day, she learned that she was an “otome game’s heroine”. Even her parents’ death was simply a part of the scenario. Alicia judged the heroine’s setting as 「nonsense」and discarded it decisively. She introduced herself as adventurer 『Aria』, gradually mastered multiple weapons and magic, and grew to become the 「Ash Crowned Princess of Slaughter」! But, by accepting a request to guard the “villainess”, before she realized it she got dragged into the stage where nobles quarreled against each other――？

「I am “I”. I’m not a game character!」

Create weapon! Train your body!

Survive the fighting against powerful enemies and smash apart the otome game!

A sublime and exhilarating other world battle fantasy with charming fighting heroine!

Lu Zhiguang is not a cannon fodder himself, but his mission is to save the miserable cannon fodder.

Estaria, the Goddess of creation and eradication. The daughter of the God of destruction and the Goddess of life. Her father has been dead ever since she was born, and her mother disappeared without leaving a trace. In desperate times, as she grew old, she decided to bring her father back to life. But she had no idea where her father was. So, with nothing else to use, she thought of just recreating him through reincarnation. But the reincarnation process needed a woman whose body was strong enough to host the reincarnated vessel. With no options left, she crafted smaller deities using her own fresh and blood. Many of them failed. But one whom she named Nanako succeeded bearing a child she then named Hajime. Yet Hajime wasn't exactly what she expected. Because he possessed dual souls from two different people who died simultaneously in another world. But she was unaware of them due to one of the souls having fragments of his memories from when he was still alive in his past life. The other soul had completely forgotten everything, but bit by bit as the individual called Hajime journeys this new world, the memories of the other soul would start to retain giving him split personalities.

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.”