My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! - Chapter 3143: Demon Eyes Viscount

“Martial Arts World...” Death murmured, shocked by the turn of the events. How could he, primordial being of the afterlife, get tricked by a mere human? Not just a mere human, but also earthling, race that was weakest of the twenty realms. Death realized the extent of his mistake. An earthling had just jumped into the river of the reincarnation, where he definitely didn’t belong. It was too late. The damage has been done. The matter was now out of his hands. “Kiernan Hunter...” ... Remake of the Martial Arts System, and while the concept stays the same, the story is completely different. A few names, etc, stays the same, but mostly whole new story.

Blinded by betrayal, reborn with vengeance.After a fatal hiking accident, Olympic archer Yan Jin awakens in a world where bloodlines and power reign supreme. Stripped of his sight by the cruel machinations of his own clan, Yan Jin taps into a hidden bloodline, awakening abilities far beyond anything he could have imagined. Now, armed with his bow and unmatched instincts, he’s out for revenge.In this new world of ruthless politics and deadly combat, Yan Jin will carve a bloody path to uncover the truth behind his mysterious rebirth and the dark secrets of his past. Prepare for brutal battles, ingenious strategies, and a cast of eccentric allies and enemies as Yan Jin unleashes chaos in his quest for justice.Join Yan Jin as he takes aim at those who wronged him—this time, he won’t miss.PS: I’m building this world as we go, and I love hearing from readers! Your thoughts and feedback drive my creativity, so don’t hesitate to share your ideas.#SmartMC #Gore #Mature #Interactive

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.”

Kazura was selected as the winner on a lottery that he bought on a whim and received ¥4,000,000,000 (4 billion yen).