Seven Beautiful Goddesses Want Me, But I Just Want My Revenge - Chapter 289: Syncing with Solis...

Sam unexpectedly acquired a dating simulation game named “The Female leads Truly Loves You”. He was quickly captivated by the game, which featured numerous beautiful female leads.Crucially, it was a harem-style game where the mc could maintain romantic relationships with various female leads and engage in sexual relations with them.Just when Sam thought achieving sexual relationships with these female leads was the game's goal, the ending shocked him profoundly.When all the female leads discovered the male protagonist's love for multiple girls, they exhibited inexplicably insane behavior.True to the game's title, “The Female Leads Truly Loves You”, each one wanted to possess the male lead exclusively. The crazed female leads resorted to extreme measures, killing the male protagonist.They dismembered his body and preserved it in formalin.They decapitated him and kept his head by their pillows to accompany them in sleep forever.They drained his blood to create a specimen, ensuring they could see their beloved male lead every morning....Realizing his fate would be death, Sam chose to avoid these female leads. However, they seemed to possess magical abilities, always finding him using various means.Fortunately, Sam had a system. By thoroughly conquering these female leads, he could avoid the deadly ending and even gain enhanced abilities.

Divorced, disowned and down on her luck, Shui Anluo was determined to move on and live a peaceful life… That is, until her ex-husband somehow managed to find out about her baby. Now, he’s insisting that she should move back in with him. Soon, he realizes that he cannot live without her… But the road to marriage is bumpy, and Shui Anluo isn’t too willing to go through with the heartbreak again. Can she take back everything that belongs to her? Will she find the courage to jump in and fall in love again?

Fuck me.I was just trying to pull my favorite character from a gacha game — Trafalgar du Morgain. The legendary swordsman. The cursed heir. The tragic side story no one cared to fix.Discarded by his clan. Humiliated by his siblings. Dead by suicide before the main plot even began.Guess who woke up in his body?Yeah. Me.Now I’m stuck in a game world that had zero lore, zero guidance, and zero chance of survival — except for the broken-ass Talent I somehow unlocked.I’ll kill, steal, lie, betray—whatever it takes.If survival means blood on my hands, then so be it.I didn’t choose this world, but I’m not going to let it chew me up and spit me out.I’ll climb over corpses if I have to. I’ll become the villain, the monster, the nightmare they never saw coming.Because in this world, there’s only one rule that matters: survive or die.And I’m not dying again.~~~More tags: no Yuri, no NTR, transmigration, rarebloodline, no dense mc, dragons, dragon girl, dog girl, vampire, succubus, mana cultivation, cursed heir, academy setting, secret identity, hidden talent, demons, death and rebirth, political intrigue, ancient bloodline, dark fantasy, family conflict.

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.”