Sword Spirit - Chapter 161: Aftermath

A hero must be compassionate, selfless and courageous.But that isn't all. Because a hero must also be powerful.In this world, power is everything. Strength decides who gets to save lives and who's left with community service. That’s why I was nothing — a rank 50 E-Class reject, skating through the streets, saving what little I could while the real heroes battled gods and monsters.Then one day, I died. Almost.Dragged into the abyss, I was given a second chance: the Forever Core. An armor that evolves. A system that never stops adapting. Every battle, every hit, every mistake, I come back stronger.Now, the monsters that once crushed me can’t kill me the same way twice.I must adapt. Evolve. I must grow stronger and fight harder. Because humanity is worth fighting for.Even if I have to burn every villain alive to prove it.

Sienna Lawrence's world shatters when her beloved adoptive family perishes under mysterious circumstances, leaving her as the sole heir to their business empire. With the Lawrence legacy in her hands, she faces a daunting challenge: not only must she protect herself but also safeguard the family's assets from those who seek to exploit them.The catch? To claim her inheritance, Sienna must be married. With her boyfriend revealing sinister intentions and danger lurking around every corner, she embarks on a quest to find a husband.In a moment of desperation, Sienna turns to a stranger she meets by chance.“Mister, are you single?” she asks.“Huh?” The man looks at her, perplexed.“Are you married or in a relationship?” she clarifies.“No,” he replies.“How about a crush?”“None so far.”“Good. Where do you work?”“What?”“Forget it. It’s not important. Do you know how to cook?”“Yeah.”“Is your cooking good?”“I guess so,” the man answers, still puzzled by her questions.“Perfect. I’m single, you’re single. Do you want to marry me?” Sienna asks boldly.“I never expected to be proposed to by a stranger all of a sudden. I don’t…”“If you’re not willing, I’ll look for someone else. No pressure.”“Who said I’m not willing? I’m more than willing,” the man replies without hesitation.And so, Sienna ends up with a husband just like that.Things take a drastic turn when Sienna discovers her real parents, leading her to unravel a conspiracy that could potentially turn her world upside down. What connection does her husband and her real family have? Why is the man turning more mysterious as time passes?

Yang Yi crossed over the world with a storage space with him. He ended up in some desolate wilderness populated by flying beasts and dangerous predators and also crawling poisonous bugs and snakes. To prevent getting bitten in the ass by venomous bugs when going to the toilet, let the great infrastructure begins –
Our goals are:
Eat well till full stomach.
Having clothes to wear but also being good looking.
To have a house that could cover all seasons.
Roads that leads to every place; develop agriculture, industry and commerce together.
No shortage of both material and spiritual needs.
He was DETERMINED to build a safe, comfortable and prosperous modern city in the wild world together with the native tribe with max efforts.

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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.”