Wedding Night: I Became the Female Supporting Character and Married the Villain! - Chapter 177 - : Encounter On A Narrow Road

“Impossible… Why are you not following my orders!? Clearly I sucked your blood, why!?”

On the very first day of high school, the youth subscribing to the philosophy of “absolutely ordinary everyday life,” Kujou Hisui, encountered disaster head on: He was attacked by Rushella Daamu Draculea, the vampire who had lost her memory. Rushella was greatly intrigued to find her vampire powers ineffective against Hisui. Not only did she make Hisui’s home her own, she even enrolled in his school to stick to him–

Hisui had no choice but to help Rushella regain her memory. But before one crisis could be resolved, many more had risen. With tempting advances from the mysterious Sudou Mei, and kidnapped by the girl from the Supernatural Investigations Section in search of Rushella, Hisui’s ordinary life has been replaced by its complete opposite, drama–

Romantic comedy and supernatural action in a school setting!

My name is Zhang Yanhang. I am an ordinary awakened person and a part-time college student. I live a monotonous life at three o’clock and one line every day. I go to school, practice, and go home. I neither smoke nor drink. My only hobby is to pause in time. Observe humans at the time.

I thought this boring life would last forever, but when I was lying in bed and preparing to go to bed that night, I accidentally ran into some interesting things.

[Whether to enter the world of ashes? 】

[Option 1: Yes (Successfully enter the world of ashes and gain the ability to digitize the body and the channels to become stronger. The price is that you may be late for school tomorrow because of staying up late.)]

[Option 2: No (Refusing to enter the world of ashes but feeling a bit wasteful to sleep right away, so I started playing games all night and practicing by the way, at the cost of being late for school tomorrow because of staying up late.)]

[Option 3: Ignore for the time being (It is recommended for patients with difficult diseases to choose this option. After that, you who have been suffering from sleepless nights and entangled whether to enter the ashes world will go to sleep at two in the morning. The price is that you may be late for school tomorrow because of staying up late. )】

ps: The protagonist is not the Virgin, kills decisively, the brain circuit is different from ordinary people, don’t like it if you don’t like it.

- Description from novelbuddy

She was the godly thief of the 24th century, yet she was reincarnated as a good-for-nothing idiot with no parents. Not only that, she had to bend her will according to her relatives’ mood. Idiot? Trash? Very well, sooner or later, she will show these group of silly earthlings what it means to be too late for regrets!

Battle-qi? Magic? Her talent on both magic and martial arts will mortify every genius in existence. The position of the clan chief? The mythological Vermilion Bird? Want them? So sorry~ She already took them!

But who will tell her, that the cute boy who gets carsick easily was really the mythological Vermilion Bird? Then, what about the elder that’s residing in her body, just which deity does that mysterious soul belong to? Furthermore……

Why was it that other people’s companion were those kind of domineering, and incomparably mighty type. Why was it the ones around her were either an evil merchant or a sly fox, a useless nerd or a playboy, the worst is this sick pretty boy! What happened to ruling the world, and standing above all else? Please don’t f*ck with me!

- Description from novelupdates

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.”