MTL - Reborn Favorite Star Wife - Chapter 19 Video is corrupted

The scum’s or villain’s long road of transformation was tentatively set to the world:
The abandonment of the educated youth’s wife (Completed)
The hidden marriage of the scum film emperor (Completed)
The best brother in the world (Completed)
The Phoenix male who destroy the bridge after crossing the river (Completed)
The treasonous general (Completed)
I’m an honest man (Completed)
To become the top scorer in the School of Agriculture (Completed)
The soft rice man’s self-cultivation (Completed)
The whole world is reborn (Completed)
I want to survive on a desert island (Completed)
The stallion male who has seized the opportunity (Completed)
The perverted self-salvation (Completed)
The spring of the loafer (Completed)
The misplaced life (Completed)
The miser career (Completed)
The ghost is out of feeling (Completed)
The Queen’s favorite husband (Completed)
The vicious girl with her godfather (Completed)
I want to be a good person (Completed)
I does not tear up the family (Completed)
The perverted common plant (Completed)
The Mary Sue’s men (Completed)
Every time I was reborn, someone wants to kill me (Completed)
The old people’s counterattack path (Completed)
The global evolution (Completed)
When I became a net red (Completed)
For you, good person (Completed)
His heart had white moonlight (Completed)

- Description from Novelupdates

Ace bodyguard Ziyu encountered the worst time travel in history——

In the beginning, the father was unjustly killed, the mother was angered to death, the family property was taken over by the nobles of the Hou family, and a two-year-old brother was left behind to be fed.

?Fortunately, her own space is still there, but unfortunately only ten acres of dry fish ponds, two multi-functional agricultural machines, two villas, and an 800-square-meter steel basement are left.

No matter how powerful your palace is, I will move all your property into the space.

Cloth, embroidery, furs, ready-made clothes, shoes, all collected;

Medicinal materials, grains, cakes, chickens, ducks and fish are all collected;

Groceries, porcelain, jade, curios, calligraphy and paintings, all collected.

Like locusts passing by, leaving nothing behind.

Empty tens of millions of taels of gold and silver from the enemy’s treasury, and by the way expose his true face of rebellion, and then escape.

When natural disasters strike, including floods, snowstorms, and wolf smoke, Ziyu is able to dominate and ensure safety…

- Description from novelbuddy

Xia Mi found himself transported into a classic JRPG game, becoming a villager in a beginner's village.His biggest wish was to save money and marry a woman from a different race as his wife, live a peaceful and worry-free life, and eventually pass away peacefully.One day, the heroes defeated the Demon King.[Name: Xia Mi][Profession: Villager]New addition: [Profession: Successor to the Demon King]“Quickly take action, Demon King! Kill all the heroes! Restore the glory of the demon race!”Wait, did something go wrong here?In the beginner's village, where Xia Mi spent his days farming and serving as a passer-by, he suddenly had an identity panel.But he was just a villager in the beginner's village!“Where is the Demon King? Where is the Demon King?”News of the Demon King's emergence spread across the continent, and every hero who came here to defeat the Demon King could see a constant stream of monsters in the beginner's village, but never caught sight of the Demon King.A villager from the beginner's village: Demon King? I'm just a villager. I have no idea what it is.

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.”