My Idle System - Chapter 155 Confession (2)

The first princess of the Cristiane Empire, Evelyn de P la Cristiane was arrogant, willful and selfish. She always shouts at her maids and tortured them.She was abandoned by her mother since she was born in the Black Rose Palace, far away from the main palace. The reason was unknown to everyone.Everyone in the empire called her “The Abandoned Princess” “ The Unlucky Princess” “ The Powerless Princess”. She was the object of ridicule throughout the entire empire.But everything changes at the Black Rose Palace when Princess Evelyn has a stair accident. When she awoke a week later, the arrogant, willful and selfish princess seemed to have completely disappeared. She becomes silent, sighing frequently and becomes disinterested in everything.In fact, the princess is an infinite reincarnator who always forgets her previous memories after reincarnation and regained those memories after undergoing some form of stimulation.But this time, she realizes that she is actually being reincarnated in a reverse harem novel's world from thousands of years ago. And now the main story of the novel is finally starting but she doesn't care.But she started getting unwanted attention and interests of others. As first, she didn't care but later she starts getting a bit worried as the male leads start showing interest in her rather than the female lead.Heir to the Grand Duke, Captain of the Shadow Knights, Future Master of the Mage Tower, Prince of a Desert Kingdom, a mysterious wealthy merchant, The Prince of the Elves. Even some unexpected peoples.Evelyn: Logically, I am the ancestor of even your ancestor's ancestor. So, would you all please go away?. I'm already tired of this reincarnation thing. i don't want to be forced to remember anyone's name now.

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.”

Our protagonist was a Mexican who died on a flight, when he woke up he found Apollo who reincarnated him as the grandson of Gaius Octavian Turino (Augustus) the first Roman emperor, having a mission in hand to conquer the New World to save the Roman polytheist world and his existence.