Main Character Hides His Strength - Chapter 187: Ixion (3)

Mo Zhu’s mother remarried after her father went missing, and she had lived in the countryside with her elderly grandmother ever since. The girl who had no parents wanted to protect herself. Therefore, to avoid getting bullied, she had turned wild since she was a child—she played truant, fought, and drank. There was nothing she did not know how to do. She was a problematic student in the eyes of her teachers, a big sister in the eyes of her classmates, and a hooligan in the eyes of her acquaintances.

Thirty-six [sequences] rule the world, and the creatures who hold the [sequences] can move mountains, cut rivers, cover the sun with one eye, and enter dreams for thousands of years.

There are heroic wine immortals who master the [Wine Sequence] and walk freely, there are court princes who understand the [Law Sequence] to formulate laws, there are [Tao Sequence] Taoist priests in the mountains, there are [Gu Sequence] wild Gu masters, there are [Gu Sequence] Love Sequence] the stunner and beauty.

Waking up from a dream, for Chen Yuyan, the rivers and lakes are no longer the rivers and lakes in the game “Strange Rivers and Lakes”, but the real world that is vividly presented before him.

In order to survive, in order to get rid of the gaze of the “fairy god”, Chen Yuyan had to step into the rivers and lakes, facing conspiracy, swords, swords and shadows, and ulterior motives.

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Fortune Telling, a mysterious technique, can also be said dangerous because it can change the catastrophe and make it auspicious…

Teacher: Don’t give me these useless papers to me, have you finished answering your test paper?
Lin Qingyin took out a tortoiseshell: Teacher, can I use divination to get the answer?

Lin Qingyin, the master of fortune-telling, didn’t succeed in the Thunder Tribulation when she tried to ascend. When she woke up again, she became a high school student. Lin Qingyin, who was not afraid of Thunder Tribulation, looked at the thick test paper in front of her and shivered. Only a thousand years had passed, how could the world become so scary!

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.”