MTL - Those Years of Dressing As An Animal - Chapter 179

Government intelligence agencies realized that Konrad, the world’s number one wife robber, was endowed with a supreme weapon allowing him to turn the purest of maidens into hungry beasts: The Golden Rod!

Desperate to overcome her loner status, a forlorn female student was on her way to a welcome party held for newcomers at her college. Stepping on a banana peel and falling over she passes away. For some reason or another, she is reincarnated into the strongest dragon species…

“…. I really wanted to make friends, but now there is no point!!!”

Despite her complaints, this is the story of a Dragon who rouses herself in order to make friends.

Ever since Su Tian had transmigrated, she received a “Villainous Bosses Mentoring System” that could automatically identify villainous bosses IN THE MAKING.

As for her missions, they were a little more complicated. For example:

Stopping the boy in her class from deviating onto the path of becoming a villain;

Turn the boy who was going to create a global financial crisis into Jack Ma of the new world;

Talk the strange girl working at the toy shop out of her spending habit, because she will be the cause of hyperinflation!

And the boy from the countryside that she ran into, please give up on developing bioweapons! Why don’t you focus on the Nobel Prize instead?

Just when Su Tian thought all the little villains were growing straight up into upstanding people under her “education of love”, the small villains brought about a big villain…

The young man has slender arms and legs and he cornered her into the restroom. He looked deeply into her eyes said, “I also need …”

Su Tian shuddered, “What… what do you need?”

“The education of love,” said the young man meaningfully!

Ten minute later, Su Tian… was educated.

System: This system is only responsible for identifying villains IN THE WORK. Matured villain are outside of its parameters.

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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.”