My Misfortune Crushed Instances - Chapter 30: Comparing People Only Makes You Angry

When fifteen-year-old Ren Ryūhara's brother falls into a coma after a brutal knife attack, Ren transfers into Sakura High as a first year student to uncover the truth.There, he discovers that his older brother founded the school's most notorious gang!. Ren is this levethrust into a world of territory wars, honor codes, and brutal street fights.The charismatic but enigmatic Fujimoto Hasegawa now leads Sakuratei, and he reveals that Crimson Dragons are responsible for Kaito's condition. War is brewing, and Ren must choose either he walks away from his brother's legacy, or dives into the violence that destroyed Kaito's life.But Ren is hiding a terrifying secret. He is experiencing visions.. terrible visions, flashes of violence, blood, and a future that hasn't happened yet. With his new deadly ability to leap through time he could save or destroy everything.What would you sacrifice to save someone you love? And what if saving them meant losing yourself?

Jin was a 19-year-old teenager who had been haunted by the same dream for ten years—a dream that carried a single message: “Destroy the final chapter.”When he finally did, his soul was pulled into the body of a servant named Lin, inside the Shoujo Multiverse—a world made up of five distinct realms:1- The Magic World2- The Hunter World3- The Celestial World (based on ancient civilizations like Ancient Egypt, Norse mythology, and more)4- Murim5- The Immortal WorldNow, these worlds are beginning to merge, and chaos is inevitable.Discord:(“Shoujo” here means that everyone has their own past and personal goal.)

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.”

The life of the underworld was something Ashley had dreamed of escaping all her life. Born as a bastard from an affair between an underworld kingpin and a prostitute, Ashley was meant to die even before she was born. The only reason she survived was that her father thought she was a boy.From a young age, she understood that if she wanted to survive in this world of violence—on top of her father’s wife and daughter’s schemes—she had to be useful.So, she made herself a promise: one day, she would escape this world.Ashley almost succeeded… until her father found her again and thrust her into a marriage of convenience with his rival, Dominion, in his beloved daughter’s place.Everyone in the underworld knew Dominion.They were cruel, organized, and simply spawns of evil. And the man who stood above that power, Luciano, was said to be downright diabolical. Just their name alone could make anyone tremble.And this organization was where Ashley now had to survive.To make matters worse, the marriage also came with a child — Luciano’s mute heir.Forced to become the wife of one of the most violent and powerful underworld organizations, and the mother of its future leader, Ashley made a vow.“No matter what, I’ll escape this place!”But she would soon realize it wouldn’t be as simple as that. Not when the feared members of Dominion clung to her feet, begging,“Madam, don’t go!”And when the mute stepson finally spoke, “Mommy, if you’re leaving, please take me with you.”Finally, her diabolical, obsessive, and utterly territorial husband said,“I’ve packed our things. Where should we go?”