A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother - Chapter 14: Consider Yourself Hard to Kill

Ye Chen was an honest and hardworking man, but he caught his girlfriend who was having an affair with a wealthy second generation, because of his sadness he decided to return to his hometown to calm down, while on his way he met a god cultivator and ended up being his student . After that his life began to change, on the right and left arms holding the Beautiful girl, from the start of the School flower, rich young women, beautiful teachers, beauty Ceo, famous beauty stars, beautiful goddesses. one by one the women came to him

That year, the world changed, the game came to reality, and the magic disaster began to wreak havoc.

In order to resist all this, everyone must plan their careers, level up wildly, and strive to become stronger.

And Lin Ye obtained the special talent “Reversing the Universe”.

You can reverse and strengthen the effects of all self and self-acting skills, damage to healing, buffs to debuffs…

then.

He switched jobs and became a pastor.

“Come, come!”

“You can hit me with a forbidden spell or magic!”

“Knock out a little blood and count me as a loser!”

“Can’t move?”

“It’s my turn, Healer, go!”

[Hint: Attack the enemy with a healing technique, causing 100 million real injuries, and the opponent will enter a negative state such as forbidden treatment, poisoning, burns, silence, weakness, etc.! 】

enemy:”???”

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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.”