Rebirth: Regaining Joyful Moments - Chapter 45 - 0 Earn Some Tuition

Iris Gray, a female assassin, was killed and reincarnated as a young girl with the same name.In her second life, her goal was revenge, but God had other plans for her.A plan that revolves around the most handsome man in town, someone she can't ignore, a lonely vampire wandering the earth waiting for his soulmate to appear.____Warning: This story is not a typical vampire story. This story is truly created from the author's imagination. It may be different from what you imagined.

Lu Chuan discovers that he becomes a zombie after transmigrating to this apocalypse world.Just when he couldn't bear the loneliness and wants to end it all, Lu unexpectedly finds a baby girl who is about to starve to death.From then on, he becomes a zombie babysitter and is no longer all alone, but he doesn't know the baby girl is actually a reborn Empress“This zombie seemed to not intend to eat me, but fed me milk powder, changed my diapers...”“Wait, it seems he is raising me as his daughter!”

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.”

Heaven and Earth serve as the guesthouse for all living things, with Time being the sojourner since time immemorial.

As with the difference between dreaming and awakening, the distinction between life and death is diverse and confused, and changing.

What awaits us beyond time, once we have transcended life and death, heaven and earth?