I Never Run Out of Mana - Chapter 209. Appearing All Over the Place 1

Being young is a treasure, but education is indispensable.For Han Yu, who started working at sixteen, being too young wasn't a good thing.Due to his young age, he was almost turned away by the leaders when assigned to a bureau.Witness the story of the youngest police officer in the history of the Linghai Public Security Bureau turning his life around.

Jiang Zhi was a good person in her past life. She was so good that she was placed on a pedestal and married a scumbag for the sake of her family’s fate. It was a painful life, but in the end, her family still felt that she did not do well enough.

When given a chance to start over, Jiang Zhi expressed that she would reject emotional blackmail and choose her own fate!

Hence…

Father Jiang, “Your husband likes to watch beautiful women dance. Do you want to go get lessons?”

Jiang Zhi smiled and nodded. The next day, she went to apply for a boxing class and beat up the scumbag at the red-light district.

Stepsister, “Hey, stop working out. Only by being as weak as me can men have the desire to protect you.”

Jiang Zhi smiled. “I can beat ten weaklings like you with one hand.”

The divorce and face-slapping happened in one go. Jiang Zhi became an anomaly in the family, causing panic and eventually being expelled from the family.

Everyone was waiting for her to come back crying and beg for mercy.

However, surprisingly, Jiang Zhi, who had left home alone, was doing very well. She started a company, invested in it, and managed celebrities… She even picked up a handsome little celebrity to raise.

The little celebrity was destitute, but he actually had the constitution of a koi fish. Ever since she picked him up, Jiang Zhi was lucky and her business went smoothly. She even had fewer enemies.

But… her waist was hurting too.

Seeing that it was getting better after Jiang Zhi’s divorce, the wealthy ladies were extremely jealous.

Later on, Jiang Zhi became the big boss of the Beijing circle. Her family kept sending her candidates and asking her to choose a marriage partner.

Jiang Zhi waved his hand in frustration. “You want me to marry you? Unless you’re the richest man.”

The next day, a photo of the mysterious richest man in the country was taken and trending.

Jiang Zhi, “???”

Why did this photo look more and more like the little celebrity beside her?

The next second, Jiang Zhi was pinned down on the bed by the man. “I’ve been with you for two lifetimes. When will I be able to become a full-time employee?”

In typical Mary-Sue novel, readers all like the second male lead who only loves the heroine wholeheartedly and is willing to give up everything for the heroine, but the heroine only loves the male lead who once abused her body and heart.

Readers: Why doesn’t the heroine love the second ML, the demon sect leader?!

The demon sect leader: This Devil Venerable also wants to know, why do I like her?

In order to find out why the female lead doesn’t like him, the self-conscious demon sect leader set out to “interview” all the characters in the novel.

———

When a book was dropped into his lap, the demon sect leader discovered the world he lived in was described in it. This book said that after he sacrificed himself for the female lead, the 4th male lead, his silent, loyal subordinate, blackened and attempted to kill her.

The demon sect leader, Wen Renhe: Yin Hanjiang, this Devil Venerable wants to know why you wanted to kill the heroine.

Yin Hanjiang was silent.

Wen Renhe: If you refuse to speak, this Devil Venerable will force you to speak!

Yin Hanjiang: …

Wen Renhe: What are you blushing for?!

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.”