She is the Side Character! — Watch Her Change her fate! - Chapter 260: If You’re Saved from Drowning, Must You Marry? 31

During the summer vacation, sixteen nieces came to Luo Feng’s house to play together, but they couldn’t go back when the city was closed.

He silently calculated that the 16 nieces had to eat 16 catties of rice, 8 catties of meat and 20 eggs a day.

Total other consumption, need 3000 yuan per day.

Just when he was trembling, Uncle Shenhao’s system descended!

Just pet your niece to get rewards!

Explode the street with my niece, reward: an extended version of Rolls Royce.

Take your niece to the supermarket, reward: 30 million supermarket coupons.

Take your niece to eat out, reward: 100% shares in Dihao Hotel.

Teach my niece to write, reward: a house in the school district.

Book a movie theater for my niece, reward: shares in Yida Company!

Hold a luxurious birthday party for your niece, reward: the design drawing of the world’s strongest aircraft carrier!

With this system, I take my 16 nieces everywhere to eat, drink and have fun every day.

Accidentally, he became the richest man in the world…

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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.

[Congratulations! The system will guide you to find a handsome and kind husband in the apocalypse!]After being killed by the demon king, the demon queen had a second chance to live in the body of a woman in the apocalyptic world, Medeia Vega.Their planet has apparently been hit by cosmic radiation, causing living things to mutate and develop unique abilities.People with weak mental states couldn't keep their humanity and turned into monsters, while the survivors had to fight those monsters endlessly to stay alive.Her main mission in that world was to find a kind-hearted husband, but it just so happened that Medeia also built a safe haven for people.Would she be able to find the man of her dreams in the apocalypse?————[Before dating a kind hearted man, you should also have a pure heart!]“Fuck.”[Foul language detected! Penalty minus 20 points!]“Damn you—”[Foul language detected! Penalty minus 30 points!]“You shitty system, how dare you keep reducing my point?! I hope you rot in hell, you bastard!”[Foul language detected! Bad curse detected! Penalty minus 100 points!!!]

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.”