MTL - The Sick Villain Just Want to Live - Chapter 67 brother and sister

System: You are the only human who meets the binding requirements of this system, please bind with me!

Su Yu: I have money, good looks, power and influence, why should I bind myself to you?

System: You haven’t fallen in love ye-

Su Yu: Aiya! My stomach is hurting all of a sudden!

Su Yu bound himself to a system; his only task is to scatter some IQ to the brainless male protagonists. The soft-headed male protagonist chases after the female protagonist, the male protagonist with some intellect chases after him. He feels that something is not quite right…

Su Yu: System, is there something common between these male protagonists?

System: Yes, they are all male protagonists.

Su Yu: …Suddenly I don’t feel like talking anymore.

Male Protagonist who has been scattered with some IQ: Then don’t talk, just kiss me.

Su Yu: …Suddenly I don’t feel like doing the task anymore.

- Description from novelupdates

My name is Zhang Yanhang. I am an ordinary awakened person and a part-time college student. I live a monotonous life at three o’clock and one line every day. I go to school, practice, and go home. I neither smoke nor drink. My only hobby is to pause in time. Observe humans at the time.

I thought this boring life would last forever, but when I was lying in bed and preparing to go to bed that night, I accidentally ran into some interesting things.

[Whether to enter the world of ashes? 】

[Option 1: Yes (Successfully enter the world of ashes and gain the ability to digitize the body and the channels to become stronger. The price is that you may be late for school tomorrow because of staying up late.)]

[Option 2: No (Refusing to enter the world of ashes but feeling a bit wasteful to sleep right away, so I started playing games all night and practicing by the way, at the cost of being late for school tomorrow because of staying up late.)]

[Option 3: Ignore for the time being (It is recommended for patients with difficult diseases to choose this option. After that, you who have been suffering from sleepless nights and entangled whether to enter the ashes world will go to sleep at two in the morning. The price is that you may be late for school tomorrow because of staying up late. )】

ps: The protagonist is not the Virgin, kills decisively, the brain circuit is different from ordinary people, don’t like it if you don’t like it.

- Description from novelbuddy

The first time she bumped into him, she wiped her sweat on his suit, and he took it off and said to throw it away.The second time she knocked over a bucket of water, splashing his shoes and pants, he actually threw away his shoes and socks!Gu Yan was thoroughly unsettled, a germophobic fussiness is an illness that needs treatment!What happens when a man whose cleanliness drives everyone crazy meets a carefree woman?One day, Young Master Tang cornered Miss Gu against the wall, “Let's talk about the question of taking responsibility!”

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.”