Wedding Night! A Regretful Marriage to Her Disabled Rival! - Chapter 3

Yun Xiangxiang was a well-regarded celebrity in her previous life.

Yue Xuexia is just an ordinary salted fish that rarely lives in her house, but suddenly one day she woke up, received a sign-in system, and thought she was dreaming.The sign-in system rewarded her with multiple things, including houses, money, cars, and talent scrolls, which led her to the life of the richest lady in the world.She could sign in once a day.One morning, with her eyes groggily and blurry, Xuexia was welcomed by a holographic screen only she could see. Yes, like the ones in the novels and manga.Ding!Xuexia waves her hand in the empty air and mumbles, “Noisy, I told you to turn off the damn alarm, whoever owns it!”When a robotic voice lingered near her ears saying,Signed in successfully. Congratulations to the host, and you've received [1 Million RMB in cash!]Xuexia, who is currently in need of great money, was in disbelief as she looked at the words one million and laughed.“Heh~ even in my dream, I was wishing to receive free money. What nonsense, let's go back to sleep. Yue Xuexia was about to close her eyes back to sleep when the old touch screen phone near her pillow vibrates.Bzzt~ Bzzzzzt~“Urg~ who the hell is calling now?” complained Yue Xuexia in her half-asleep state.She picked up the phone only to see a message notification saying the following words:[Your bank card account ending with 5567 had received a deposit transfer from XXXX at 6:45 am. You had received a 1 million deposit and your current saving balance is 1,003,000.00 RMB (Autumn Field landbank)]Yue Xuaxia mumbled in disbelief and said, “Fucking hell! This is awesome.”Who doesn’t like free things?~' This lady wants it too!!!

Earth has changed and with it so has humanity.Follow Miwen as he makes use of his Gift, Gacha Kingdom Building.

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.”