My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle! - Chapter 1220 - 1226 Not Yet the Time

It was the year 2040. Chen Feng woke up and the world became a massive virtual reality game. A time rip had occurred in North America, Europe, Asia, and throughout the world. Monsters streamed through the rip.

The time of the awakening was here and everyone had to go through ten random draws at the beginning.

Chen Feng, who had been rebirthed into the game was very lucky and started the game with ten SSS-class talents.

[Lucky Halo] The Goddess of Luck will watch over you.

[Elemental Compatability] Compatible with all elements in the system. He can learn any skill of any element.

[Treasure Sensing] He can clearly locate where the treasures are and their grades.

[Super Tamer] He has no limit as to the number and grade of beasts he can tame.

[Super Synthesizer] He can synthesize all skills, objects, and living things.

[Power Trove] There is no limit to his attack range and his attack speed increased by 100 times. [Topsy Turvey] He can turn negative effects into positive effects and save those forever.

[Talent Stealer] Your talent is great, and it is now mine. He can kill his opponents to get their talents.

[Passive Increase] Stop using active skills during a designated period and his passive skills will increase a hundredfold.

[God of Tricks] God said, let there be light, and there was light. The skills you create will become real as long as enough people believe in it.

The people were awakened on the day of the game and Chen Feng became a god-like existence.

This novel is also known as The Yun Family's Ninth Child is an Imp!

She was an unprecedented assassin, a trump card deadly agent, but transmigrated through into Ye City’s number one prodigious good-for-nothing young miss.

I am an ugly woman? I will break out from my cocoon into a gorgeous butterfly that will blind your snobbish eyes!

I am useless piece of heap? Lightning in my hands, I will smite you to a well-cooked crisp!

Her greed and lust for money had no end. She is lewd to the core with no bottom in sight, sworn to have love fortunes blossom all around her. However, a certain someone holding a blade in the left hand and a sword in the right hand began cutting those love fortunes one by one!

The person smiled with perked brows, “Little Ninth, it looks like I have to let you become occupied!”

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“So….you’re saying you don’t want to marry me? Why? Didn’t you want this to happen?” The man asked in a cold voice as he tried to control his raging emotions.

He is the Crown Prince of the country and is destined to become Emperor one day. When all the nobles and aristocrats want to marry off their daughters to him, this woman wants to break off their engagement?

Is she nuts? Is she mocking him? Or…is this a new scheme of hers to gain his attention?

Because there is no way she will want to break this political marriage with the Royal Family. She is a power-greedy and scheming woman after all.

The girl noticed the suspicious and detesting expressions of the man but answered curtly with a polite smile, “ Your Highness, The reason is simple. It’s because I don’t want to die!”

Just break it off ya brat! She scowled inwardly.

The man was lost at the mysterious words of the woman sitting in front of him. Is she trying to pull another scheme?

‘ Yeah. I definitely lost my mind.’ The girl showed a pretentious smile while looking at the icy cold expressions of the man and cried inwardly.

Marrying this man means giving her neck to him on a fancy plate. Which idiot would happily jump into this?.....

Not me!

Become a villain? Bish, I’d rather write my own fate!

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.”