MTL - Get to Know about Wife Fan - Chapter 61

The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...

The Dancing CorpseKnown as the weakest party in the entire kingdom, they were mocked by others for how pathetic they were.The main character, Adonis, who was supposed to be the plot armor of the story, could barely protect his own harem.That was until Gideon arrived—reincarnated into the story as Adnois himself.But the two were completely different. Why? This new Adonis was blessed with a unique system.He could level up everyone in his party, taking them from a measly F rank to S rank.[You have registered xxxx as your party member.][Current relationship score is 60%; you can only increase from F to C rank.][Improve relationships with key characters to unlock higher ranks.][You can now perform a class change.][You have gained a new skill from leveling up your party members.][You have now unlocked the skill-back system.][For every party member you level up, you gain their skills and talents.]Adonis was now on a journey to build the strongest harem to ever walk the earth.

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.”