Gunmage - Chapter 43: Kindling the flames

When the protagonist woke up, he discovered that he had become Song Qingshu, who had his meridians destroyed in a contest of martial arts and was banished from his sect. He also found out that this was a chaotic world that incorporated Jin Yong’s 14 novels. What will he do now?

The alien DNA is the best thing that has ever happened to Ye Shuang because the genetic optimization it offers has made her more beautiful, more formidable, and more brilliant.

But… why doesn’t this unknown alien species have a fixed s*x before adulthood‽ Alternating between both sexes every few days, why‽ For gender equality‽ Thankfully, she still has a chance to save herself. As long as she can settle down with a partner before full genetic assimilation, she’ll be able to carry on with her life as just one specific sex. For the sake of the perfect female body, all the men out there, beware!

But wait, what are all these women up to? Why are you all looking at me like a piece of meat‽ Halt, stop, don’t come any closer… What the hell‽

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Abandoned by her parents since childhood, Song Hua, who grew up in the countryside, was suddenly taken home by wealthy parents one day.

Her father told her: “You and your sister are not from the same world. Her future is limitless. She is a phoenix soaring nine days. Of course you can’t marry a disabled person! It’s cheaper for you!”

The mother warned: “The Yu family has a great career, and being able to marry your sister in place of your sister is a blessing that you have cultivated in eight lifetimes! Don’t know what’s wrong!”

Yu Tingzhi, a genius who is famous in Jiangcheng.

After a car accident, the genius Yu Tingzhi not only lost his legs, but also lost his talent.

One is a little village girl from the countryside;

One is a well-known waste;

These two people are a perfect match.

For a time, everyone was waiting to see the joke of Miss Song family.

..

One day, the little village girl and the trash in the eyes of everyone appeared at the same time at a reception where big bosses gathered.

Song Hua said:

“I’m here to carry the dishes as a part-time job.”

The latter is unhurried:

“It’s a coincidence, I’m also here to do a part-time job.”

As a result, everyone witnessed the two big bosses serving a night’s plate at the reception in order to conceal their identities.

..

On the wedding day, the big bosses in the capital gathered.

Big Brother No. 1: “The third master is getting married, I’ll wait to make way for the third master!”

Big Brother No. 2: “Welcome Miss Song back to Beijing!”

Big Brother No. 3: “…”

Big Brother No. 4: “…”

Looking at these big guys who can only be seen in the news column on weekdays, the Song family was stupid, and Song Baoyi cried and said that he regretted it.

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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.”