The Art of Chaotic Divinity - Chapter 1410. Winning Without Lifting a Finger

Vyendir is the world of mysterious Midnighters who gain supernatural powers when the cold moon embraces them.Anieal Starborne, the youngest daughter of the Starborne family, finds herself amidst the schemes of these mysterious beings.An accident caused by those midnighters leads her to become a Midnighter herself. However, she was much more than a simple Midnighter after all; she obtained the ability to gaze upon the threads of fate and materialise them in the physical world.After being granted the blessing of star essence, Anieal Starborne uses her power over threads, be it physical or spiritual, to weave through the mysteries of her world as she tries to reach her goals; to be free, to prove herself...But one who gazes upon fate can't stay the same...

After Yu Xiaolian accidentally traveled through, she found that she not only held the script in her hand, but also had a supermarket space in her body.

The things in the supermarket, after being used up, will be restored automatically after midnight.

Can’t use flint to start a fire? It’s okay, she has a lighter.

Brown rice and coarse grains? It doesn’t matter, she has enough space for rice, white noodles, fresh vegetables, and frozen meat.

With inexhaustible resources, Yu Xiaolian opened a mysterious grocery store in ancient times.

A certain man: One hundred bottles of wine! One hundred bottles of beer, one hundred bottles of juice.

Sorry, there are not so many, this supermarket has a limited supply every day.

What’s wrong with the cannon fodder female supporting role, with the space in the supermarket, the hero and heroine want to eat spicy noodles or drink coffee, it all depends on her mood.

Having inexhaustible resources, and mastering the bugs of the male and female protagonists, it’s simply cool.

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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.”

From the depths of a deep and blissful slumber, Chu Yu awoke to the vague sense of someone beside her. Among four of five men that she saw sleeping around her when she awoke, one in particular, caught her eye.'Who is he?'With his unrivaled elegance and the air of supremacy around him, he gazed upon the princess and asked, “What's wrong, Princess? Did you have a nightmare?”And with that, an uncontrollable chill rose up her spine that made her shiver despite the warmth of the room.Is it a joke? Or is it destiny?