The Price Is Your Everything - Chapter 198: [] The Opinion of a Young Doctor

The former top engineering student Wei San transmigrated into an interstellar child who was deprived of education. By picking up garbage and turning waste into treasure, she finally saved a sum of money before the opening season of school and immediately signed up.She planned to become a Mecha Engineer in the future. It was said that it can make a lot of money and was closely related to her own original specialization. Plan pass √Unexpectedly, because of her greed for cheap tuition fees, Wei San reported to the wrong major and became a mecha individual fighter——those violent maniacs who licks blood all dayWei·Gentle & Quiet·Impoverished·Engineer: “……”However, the environment could not make her give in, and Wei San decided to learn by herself in her spare time.During the training period of a certain competition, the media interviewed and photographed the individual fighters of each school in turn, which was broadcast live on the whole interstellar network. The audience could see that everyone was training desperately, such as gravity pressurization, close combat, long-distance entanglement and so on.【YY’s melee is too strong. Who dares to melee when the light saber is out!】【ww’s whipping skills are too superb, NB(F****** great)! ! !】Then Wei San was recorded sitting cross legged in the training hall, looking down and concentrating on reading a book.【What’s that Wei San looking at?】As the camera zoomed in, the cover of the book in Wei San’s hand was immediately seen clearly by the whole star network: “Qing Fei teaches you to become a mecha master in 21 days”Audience：……As long as one hears the title of the novel, they could tell it wasn’t read by serious people.The next day, the star net headline: A military academy student was overwhelmed and mentally disordered during training, trying to change careers.

A genius talisman practitioner is reborn as a seven-year-old girl! However, her innocent appearance belies her vicious personality.

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.”

She had a request for him and was forced to sign a contract with him.After the contract expired, he actually wanted to discuss renewing it.'I can cook.' One day when she came home, she saw a table full of various delicacies.'I can make money.' In the office, he laid a row of Black Cards in front of her.There was even one night, when she returned home, he calmly looked at her and said, 'I can also...!''......'So that night, someone posted online seeking help: Urgent, waiting online, what to do when entangled with a domineering CEO?