MTL - I, a Demon Slayer Girl, is Invincible! - Chapter 145

If a man ‘Levels Up’, any boring work can be repeated endlessly―Natsuno Taiyou.

“Talent” should be useful only in game, but even in reality how is it useful!?

When Taiyou woke up he received a power from a fairy “The ability to Level Up in the real world”, but immediately when leveling up boring work, surprisingly ‘charm’ had dropped down!―However, the charm level that was originally 0, has thank god become ‘65535′!

Taiyou aims to level 100. And enjoy a harem life with seven brides.

Reborn in another life, Fang Pingying transforms from a timid military wife to a fierce daughter-in-law, determined to get rich and reach the pinnacle of life, becoming a wealthy and beautiful woman.Even more importantly, she vows to recapture the heart of her serious military husband once again.Keywords: military marriage, exhilarating story.PS: This is a modern fiction, do not match it directly.——*——*——*——*——New book 'Rebirth Space: The All-Powerful Military Wife' has been released.Completed works include 'The Fierce Era of the Military Wife', 'Lotus Fragrance Idyll', 'Fatty Fields, Happy Occasions', 'Ultimate Cute Wife', guaranteed quality, feel free to dive in.Readers Group: [560803166]

“Could you become my daughter?”

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.”