God of Illusions - Chapter 985 - Valley of Death!

The Dayan Empire had enjoyed a reign of over thirteen hundred years.The Emperor was critically ill, the Crown Prince was regent, local immortal sects were entrenched, and central authorities were vying for power in the chaotic court.Upon waking,Xu Yuan saw a dilapidated temple in the mountain rain at night,saw the eerie, broken-armed stone Buddha,and,the mysterious woman by the fire, her face veiled by thin gauze.......He had become the ultimate villain's third son, of pure heritage and legitimate lineage.The fake villain, dressed in fine garments and enjoying luxurious feasts, simply waited to be humiliated, while the real villain was caught by the Big Ice Lump and dragged across the world in flight from the start.Golden finger?Only a fake villain relied on a golden finger to get rich, a true villain dared to confront a bleak life!“If Heaven had not birthed me, Xu Changtian, villains would be as eternal as the never-ending night.”“........”

“Ding! Soulbinding has been successfully completed; you will now head to the Heaven Awaken World.” After hearing this, Zhao Fu’s vision darkened as he fell to the ground.

With bleak prospects in the real world, Zhao Fu’s life is turned around when countless crystals fell from the sky one night, which people could use to enter an alternate, game-like world. After obtaining an ancient Chinese empire’s legacy, Zhao Fu uses his intellect and resourcefulness to develop his own empire from a tiny village. However, with enemies both in the real world and in the Heaven Awaken World, he must make brilliant decisions and use creative schemes to survive.

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The lost daughter of the Liu family, Liu Feng, has been found. The whole family looks down on her.

Liu Feng only had a small house in the countryside. She had a poor widow’s mother and a stingy brother. She usually lived by herself doing small business.

When Liu Feng was brought back, everyone was laughing at him.

“She’s far worse than her younger sister. Does she really think she’s the eldest daughter? She’s just a scapegoat.”

“She’s just a poor girl from the countryside. She should be laughing to death to be able to marry a young master from a Lower Nine Flows Family!”

However, Liu Feng’s series of actions stunned everyone.

Her so-called widowed mother was actually a famous lady in Paris, and millions of people would go crazy just to see her.

Her so-called stingy brother was actually the chairman of a corporation with hundreds of millions of contracts. He held the power of life and death.

The small house that she called home was actually the best villa in Washington. The property rights were all under her name.

What she meant by doing a small business was actually investing in stocks, and she was the new stock god with a net worth of 100 billion…

Everyone: “Where’s the girl from the countryside?!”

After Liu Feng broke off the engagement.

Everyone questioned, “She definitely won’t be able to get married!”

Liu Feng married the powerful Third Young Master Gu.

Everyone gritted their teeth. “She definitely won’t have a happy marriage!”

Liu Feng was someone that Third Young Master Gu treasured.

Everyone was in despair. “She will definitely not receive Third Young Master Gu’s care!”

Third Young Master Gu said, “Madam Gu, it’s getting cold. You should wear more clothes.”

She was a supreme prodigy, and he just so happened to be her match.

Persona:

Liu Feng: Omnipotent girl, beautiful valiant, with many alternate identities.

Gu Duo: Mysterious, powerful, handsome, rich, devoted.

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.”