I Became the Only Non-mage in the Academy - Chapter 198: Union (9)

Shen Xian died suddenly due to an accident, and traveled to an ancient abo abuse text, becoming a scumbag who was so angry in the book that his father had a stroke, his mother swallowed medicine, and his wife divorced. The eighth aunt had to take a detour when she saw Shen Xian.
In the original book, Shen Xian entangled Lin Qinghan in every possible way, asking Lin Qinghan for money from time to time, and the hero Lu Jianbai in the original book was a doctor in the same department as Lin Qinghan. Shen Xian who blackmailed and asked for money was sent to prison.
Shen Xian held his forehead and thought: She is not suitable for this peerless scum!
Fortunately, she still has a system to follow her, so Shen Xian tore up the plot of the original book:
A friendly conversation with the daughter will be rewarded with 50 yuan;
Take father to go downstairs for a walk and reward 100 yuan;
100 yuan reward for going to kindergarten to pick up daughter after school;
With some money obtained from doing missions, Shen Xian returned to his previous career and opened a small venture capital company, but within a short period of time, the company made its mark in Linhai City, while his ex-wife Lin Qinghan and her daughter kept changing. My thoughts on Shen Xian…
the
small theater:
Shen Tian licked the strawberry candy and complained: Mom, Mom, there are several beautiful ladies in Mommy’s office today.
Lin Qinghan raised his eyebrows and looked at Shen Xian: Really?
Shen Xian (nervously) explained: Hey, my daughter-in-law, I was wrong, they are just partners.
Lin Qinghan’s lips twitched into a smile: “Let’s settle the accounts when we go back tonight.”
Shen Xian: woo woo woo~ I’m afraid

Note: 1. There is no prototype, so don’t make up your mind.
2. The author is so weird, if you scold me, I will just groan.
3. If you don’t like it, please don’t tell me if you abandon the article.
4. Thanks to the little cuties who accompanied me all the way, keep chirping!

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Shen Xian, Lin Qinghan ┃ Supporting role: “Falling in love with an ex after breaking up” ┃ Others: abo, gl, Chuanshu
One-sentence introduction: After transmigrating into a scumbag, she reformed her daily life of chasing a wife.

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Truck-Kun strikes again, but Dan isn't heading to a fantasy world; it's coming to him! Dan will have to figure things out on his own, waking up with a strange new power and his head in a pretty girl's lap!

A crazy voice claiming to be an AI named Orphus tells him the world is about to change, and a battle of good and evil will tear the entire world apart. Dan isn't told he is the only Hero out of the thousands of humans that received special powers!

The Truth of the AI might change everything, but as far as Daniel can see, the AI are a problem that he needs to deal with. This journey is only just beginning, more danger is on the horizon, and Daniel finds out that the problems he faces now are just a warm-up for the actual challenge.

Even if the universe turns against Daniel, he must stand tall and face it all. There isn't anyone else who can do it; he is the only Hero in a universe trying to tear itself apart.

The Hero isn't alone.

Daniel will have the help of his girls, those close to him, and friends he makes along the way. Get ready for a journey that stretches past the limits of your imagination, the known universe!

Back to the end of Ming Dynasty, he was reduced to a slave.

This emperor, a beggar can do it, a slave can do it, a bandit can do it, but a house slave can’t do it?

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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.”