Crazy Duke and Fallen Queen - Chapter 263 - The Empress Grandmother (1)

“Can I tell you a secret, sister?” Tang BaoBao whispered to Xiao Hanrui.

“What is it!”

“I have found a superstar girlfriend.”

Xiao Hanrui exclaimed “Female Superstar! What is going on in your head?”

” Am I beautiful? Do I look good? Are my legs long?”

“Do you want to die? Where did you get the courage to even find a superstar girlfriend?”

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Man summoned to another dimension- Check!Reincarnated as an elf- Check!A dwarf with a plan to go to the Mo- Wait, wut!?Simon Steelrun dreams of going to the Moon, to fulfill his mother's last wishes. Though he has the will and drive, he does not have the...necessary capabilities to go there. Though he tries his best to get there, he all but fails. Just as he was about to give up, a stranger came from a faraway land.A land called Earth...Joining him on this journey is a reincarnated elf, a warrior orc with a mysterious past, and a host of myriad other beings, as they tackle various challenges to create a rocket ship to take them to the Moon.Yet their journey is all but smooth...Hampered by a technologically backward world, a human-centric empire, monstrosities of inhuman proportions, and Goddesses with unknown agendas, they must navigate through these difficulties to reach their destination. Further wrenches are thrown in when the planet's dark history starts catching up to them, forcing them to take action on behalf of others.Secrets that should have been hidden...Join us in the adventures of a dwarf with a dream, as he navigates his way through his journey to reach his destination, all the while being dragged into adventures which changes the course of the world.“All I want to do is go to the Moooonnnnn!”

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.”

In the waves of steam and machinery, who could achieve extraordinary? In the fogs of history and darkness, who was whispering? I woke up from the realm of mysteries and opened my eyes to the world.