If the Deep Sea Forgets You - Chapter 128 - Chaotic Truth

He was the cold-blooded prince of the Jin country. Decisive and smart, he had looked down on the world with apathy and disdain.

She was his Wang fei, a person who had saved him in the past, but even he wouldn’t look at her.

When the fire raged and death claimed her, it was only then that she realized her existence was nothing but a joke from the beginning.

She opened her eyes once more after spending two years as a roaming, vengeful ghost. In this lifetime, Ye Zhen promises that she will be a different person. With a slight smile, she will ruthlessly trample on those who had schemed against her and lied until her demise!

Most importantly, she would let him experience the pain of an unrequited love; the bitterness of seeking something you cannot obtain!

- Description from Novelupdates

Jeong Yoo-shin, 23 years old, was suddenly transported to another world.In this world, not only was it impossible to return home, but even survival was uncertain.Black-haired humans were called Barbarian and treated as northern savages.There was only one place where he could gain the strength to survive and find a way to return home: the Great Labyrinth.“I must become stronger to survive. And I will definitely go back.”This is the story of a black-haired human’s fierce struggle for survival in the labyrinth.

Qiu Tong transmigrated into a storyline about the poor family background of three major villains..

Her father was a financial fraud, and the three children she raised by herself would become super villains in the future. Their family would end up miserable.

Qiu Tong wanted to leave, but the three children were so pitiful. Without her, they would die.

In the end, she decided to change their fate!

After that, Qiu Tong worked hard to earn a lot of money and became the richest person in City A. The three children also went from gloomy little devils to bright little angels. They even referred to her during their interview.

The jaws of the executives dropped when they saw the interview.

“These children look exactly like the President!”

“President, bad news. Your children are looking for a stepfather for their mother!”

Before long, Qiu Tong was brought to the magnificent palace where a handsome man was waiting.

“You want to run away now after stealing my seeds?”

“What do you want then?”

“I want your heart in exchange.”

Qiu Tong: Charming looks and exceptional character. Off-the-charts martial arts skills and a minor expert at money-making.

Eldest Child: Male, genius in chemistry.

Second Child: Male, extreme martial arts skills.

Third Child: Female, their mascot in her little cotton-padded jacket. A highly-intelligent and skilled hacker.

Jin Yang: S Country’s President. Handsome and cold-hearted. He was set up to have a one-night stand with Qiu Tong. He only found out later that she kept the children.

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.”