Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around! - Chapter 4178 - Secretly Happy

Ziel Grisel (Nijisaki ken) succeed defeated the fallen god-king in divine war. But he was cursed by the god and lost all his emotions. Until finally he created the reincarnation magic of his skill to remove the curse.

900 years later it has passed and ken successfully reincarnated. Unfortunately, The curse cannot be eliminated. And ken must be forced to live his life without his emotions. Ken finally Determined to live a quiet and peaceful life in those days as a….Butler?

“Kind? What’s kind about it? Taking on such quests isn’t being kind. It’s just being a pushover. A total pushover.”As the voices faded behind him, Kai glanced back at them.Me? A pushover? No way.[You have performed a good deed for an NPC in trouble.] [+1 Benevolence.]A reward given for doing a good deed?!Calculative, yet compelling enough to continue doing good deeds whether it’s healing or dealing damage.The Healing Solaris Cleric, Kai’s, journey to conquering MID Online!

Lu Xun was beheading demons and exterminating evil, not knowing what a worthy opponent was. On that day, Lu Xun found himself defenseless as he was beaten by a powerful female demon, unable to fight back, and was forced into marriage with a young demoness.“A real man should not dwell under the influence of demons for too long!”With impassioned words, Lu Xun successfully married into the demon clan. The young demoness was a 400-year-old golden snake, cold as ice, and arrogant. The powerful female demon was a thousand-year-old white snake, mature and charming, with captivating beauty. The little female demon was a 200-year-old fox, mischievous and adorable, full of liveliness.“Something’s not right!”“These female demons are not normal!”However, Lu Xun gradually discovered that not only were these female demons suspicious, but there were even more peculiar things happening outside!

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.”