MTL - Rebirth Blessed Girl Takes Space To Flee - Chapter 326

Situ Xin was highly intelligent, but because she had been an orphan since a young age, she was quite unemotional.During her last mission, she was betrayed by “one of her own.” As her soul was in the process of Soul Formation, she was saved by the Phoenix Jade Pendant she wore, allowing her to be reborn as a fetus in her mother's womb. Moreover, she carried a space with her.Let's see how she lives a different life after being reborn in 1988.A new work by Ai Guo—Rebirth: Not To Be Cannon FodderIntroduction: Mi Zhiyao, the heir of the mysterious and ancient Aristocratic family—the Mi Family, woke up from her sleep, only to inexplicably become another Mi Zhiyao from a different time and space, who committed suicide for love in the Mi Family.The same name and a similar status, but two completely different personalities.Watch as Mi Zhiyao fiercely dumps her scumbag fiancé, deals with her greedy cousin, and then leads the once-declining Mi Family back to the pinnacle of their family.

After dying, I woke up as a weak goblin.

To survive, I have to destroy, consume, and evolve off of other monsters.

From the ugly guy to the king who rules everything!

Second novel by Author before EER

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.”

She, a genius abandoned by her clan. He, a proud, pampered, two-faced imperial crown prince, a developing supreme ruler of the world. She, tricking him, disguised as a pig to eat a tiger, suppressing him, provoking him. Every time, after playing with him and stirring him up, she’d escape.