The Nine Cauldrons - Chapter 567: The Goal of the Heavenly God Palace

“But he is a good man,” she argued to see his eyes narrow at her words.

Su Yao passed through and traveled to the Marvel world to become a mutant. He was still in the experimental base. He expressed a little panic…

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the mutant ability ‘imitation’ was awakened to imitate the opponent’s ability!
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Imitation object→Orochi (title: Sun God, Will of the Earth)
Imitation object→Wanda (title: Scarlet Witch, owner of chaos magic)
Imitation object → Sun God…
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Professor X: “We must find him as soon as possible and guide him to control his power to avoid causing irreparable disasters!”
Magneto: “You are my child???”
Thor: “Brother?”
Loki: “?”

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The first time she saw him, he was surrounded by flames. She couldn’t clearly see his eyes, but his gaze burned every part of her skin it lingered on.

Surely if the legendary beasts ever had existed, he would be one of them—one of the dragons.

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Kel has spent her life as a palace guard, hiding her mysterious ability. When sent in the princess's place to form a marriage alliance with a neighboring kingdom, she is captured by enemy soldiers and taken to the Serin Empire.

The ruler of Serin is a terrifying and coldhearted man, but he seems to have taken an unusual interest in Kel. How long will she be able to keep her identity and abilities a secret under the constant gaze of the Dragon Emperor?

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!!Slow burn romance!!

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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.”