MTL - The Villain’s Mother - Chapter 71 071

After his village was destroyed by an E-Ranked demon horde, Augustus was titled the failed lord and mocked by other noble lords.Until, he died.Augustus regressed with the knowledge of the future and his SSS-Ranked skill “Talent Evolution,” fighting to change the D-Ranked village of Iona into an S-Ranked Empire.Need resources? His villager's 10x Resource Multiplier Talent was evolved into 100x! Enemies coming? His champion's Two-Hit Critical Attack was evolved into a One-Hit Critical Attack! Gods? He reared a couple in his courtyard.While other lords slept on their villagers’ talents, Augustus’s villagers transcended gods. While they mocked him for picking a dead village, he would transform it into an oasis.

Lin Qi’an safely crossed into a fantasy realm, becoming the Crown Prince of Beiyang of an Immortal Dynasty. His father, the current strongest Sword Emperor, enjoys an exalted status! His fiancée is also the unparalleled beauty ranked first on the Fairy List.However, Lin Qian discovers that he has an overwhelming number of enemies, all of whom are emerging protagonists destined for greatness!Those born with a sacred body! Reincarnation of a Great Emperor! Holder of immortal treasures!Fortunately, Lin Qian awakens a villain system, which rewards him for defeating these protagonists.“Ding! Opening beginner’s gift pack, obtained ‘Dragon Yang Dao Physique’.”“Ding! Subdued the daughter of golden luck, rewarded with the divine skill ‘Thousands of Swords to Court’.”“Ding! Slayed the an ancient clan’s holy son, rewarded with ‘Ice Qillin Essence Blood’.”Lin Qian could never have imagined that these so-called daughters of luck could see through his special constitution!The icy pure and aloof holy saintesses, one after another, turned into villainesses. What broken protagonists? Isn’t the Dragon Yang Dao Physique more fragrant?

”When I tell you to proceed with Plan A, you can’t just ignore it and go with Plan B,” said the king.

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.”