President Daddy Super Awesome - Chapter 77 - Coarseness

[Mind Reading + Transmigration into a Novel + Sweet Love in a Wealthy Family + CEO + Family’s Darling + Entertainment Industry]Jing Yi transmigrated into a sweet romance novel about a true and false heiress in a wealthy family. The good news: at a young age, she could live a life of luxury! The bad news: she was the villainous fake heiress who ultimately faces retribution…In the original story, Jing Yi was adopted by the Jing family as a child. However, consumed by jealousy towards the female lead, she resorted to various schemes to frame her. She even colluded with rival companies to sabotage the Jing family’s business. After her actions were discovered by the Jing family, she not only lost everything but also lived a miserable life thereafter.After transmigrating, Jing Yi behaved herself for two years. She hadn’t met any family members except Grandmother Jing and was working hard to become an inconspicuous member of the wealthy household!That is, until the dying grandmother arranged for her to meet the rest of the Jing family…[Oh no! They’ve finally reunited as a family. I shouldn’t go and be a bother!]Suddenly, silence fell. The Jing family members looked at Jing Yi’s nervous expression with puzzled faces.Jing Yi still ended up being brought back to the country by the Jing family.[Big brother really lives up to his ‘workaholic’ title. The Jing family is so lucky to have you! Keep it up! Here’s to the rest of my life!]Jing Ze Yu silently watched Jing Yi, who was showing concern for his health.[Wow! A living, breathing brother complex princess?!]Jing Ze Qian silently clenched his fists as he looked at the seemingly obedient Jing Yi in front of him.[Jing Ze Jun and Actor Wen are truly a match made in heaven! No one can break up my OTP!]Jing Ze Jun’s face turned bright red as she lowered her head, noticing the looks her family members were giving her.#Sincerity is always the ultimate secret weapon!##When my inner thoughts have no script, will you still love me?#

“If someone has to become the strongest, why can't it be me?”

An unfortunate young man, brought to another world by a meteor, voices his unwillingness with a defiant roar.

I just want to create a fantastical world that doesn't seem too unreal.

Pre-reading Reminder 1: If you think human nature can simply be divided into good or bad, proceed with caution.

Pre-reading Reminder 2: If you believe a sect is just a crowd of people flattering the protagonist, proceed with caution.

Pre-reading Reminder 3: If you think the whole world is a stage for the protagonist to show off, and all people are merely stepping stones for the protagonist, proceed with caution.

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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.”