MTL - Way of the Devil - Chapter 470 Condensation II

'My life is boring.'Cole thought when he was 14 years old.He thinks that there's nothing special about him or his life.And he thought that the only reason he was alive is because he was not dead yet.But then, at the age of 16, Cole developed a hobby.And that's reading novels.When he's reading, he feels emotions he normally wouldn't feel!Cole feels like he's been brought into a different world!And reading novels made him forget about the boredom he's feeling!So he really enjoyed and liked novels!To the point that he even started making one!Yes, Cole became a novel author and his works were seen and read by many people around the world!And seeing people talking about his work and supporting him made Cole enjoy writing too!But after reading and writing novels again and again... for a long time.Cole started to feel less excitement and thrill in doing them...Nevertheless, he didn't stop.Cole feels like he would be bored to death if he stop, so he just continued.Ting-!“Huh?”Then one day, while Cole was reading through the comments of his novel.He received a mail...The sender was anonymous and the content of it didn't make sense to him.“My work had been chosen...?”“They will grant my wish?”“What kind of bullshit is this?”So Cole didn't pay attention to the mail....“Eh?”Though, he suddenly woke up in a different body and a different world!Cole was sent inside his novel!And he became Raven Obadiah...?Who's that?The protagonist? No.The villain? No.One of the major characters? No.I don't know who the fuck Raven is too!Cole doesn't know him too!In short, he's just a fucking extra with no importance in the novel!But there's something weird about Raven's life that Cole doesn't know...And Cole, receiving a chance to have a life he could only dream of in the past...“Hiding strength?”“Staying an extra?”“Letting the main characters handle everything?”“Those sounds boring as fuck!”Cole, or should I say, Raven—decided to live a life full of excitement!He will do whatever he wants, and he wouldn't let anyone stop him!

Ruins stretched across the landscape in the apocalypse after the nuclear war.

In the 21st century, divine physician Qian Jiujiu was targeted by a bomb when she was rescuing soldiers in the battlefield. Because of the bomb, she crossed the to a new state and became the second daughter of concubine in Qian familiy. Because the taoists asserted that she would “curse parents”. Therefore, she was sent to village outside capital for 16 years not long after rebirth. This time, her father took her home, just to let her marry Mu Yexiao instead of her lineal sister.

Who is Mu Yexiao? The sixth prince of the state, the favorite prince of the emperor. Because he was injured in the battlefield, his legs were disabled, and he was unable to bear children. In anciet time, he also failed to seek effetive medical treatment. The royal family decided to marry the legitimate daughter of Qian families to Mu Yexiao, in order to drive away bad luck.

However, as a modern doctor who combines traditional Chinese and Western medicine, Qian Jiujiu won’t obedient to fate? She used her wonderful medical skills to heal the Mu Yexiao’s disabled legs, hoping this prince could support her. But who knows he was very shrewd! Who yielded to whom? It’s difficult to say.

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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.”