One Wild Night - Chapter 694 Another Child

The true daughter of the Everett Family, who wandered in the countryside for eighteen years, Lynn has returned. Everyone says she is a rural bumpkin with no talent or virtue, and crude beyond compare.However, she accidentally drops her aliases one by one—The Phantom Hand, top hacker, genius designer, Alliance Hierarch of The Netherworld Syndicate, and others—causing their faces to be slapped resoundingly.She is further spoiled by her wealthy parents and five influential brothers, and also cradled by Imperia's “The Living Reaper,” a man feared by everyone, who holds her in his arms and pampers her.“My little friend is timid, so don't frighten her,” he warns.Everyone: “...”

Lin Shuang, just a bar waiter, started off by bullying a billionaire heiress. What to do? He was in such a panic! She investigated him every day.And there were hordes of rich rivals threatening him...If this continued, he genuinely feared his identity as the leader of the Netherworld Army would be exposed...

Jack Wilson spent his life in a hospital bed — betrayed by his family, forgotten by the world, and kept alive only by the one person he trusted.Then that person put a knife in his chest.He wakes up somewhere else entirely. In a body that can stand. That can fight. That hasn't seen daylight in years.He's inside Savage Awakening, a fantasy VR world he escaped into during every waking hour of his illness.Except it isn't a game anymore.Jack reawakens in the body of a third-rate villain.A Noble Vampire with magic powerful enough to reshape kingdoms — and a hidden curse called A Villain's Fate that guarantees he dies before the story ends.But Jack isn't the Vampire.... He wouldn't die because of some measly 'Villains Fate'Jack knows this world better than anyone alive. He knows every death flag, every hidden mechanic, every secret the game's creators buried in the lore.He also knows the true villain isn't him.The question is whether a man who never had a future can survive long enough to steal one.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.