Delve - Chapter 203: Truth

On the day he entered university, the navigation system on his phone started to have the function to automatically search for treasures.

Every time he found a treasure, he would be able to receive a lot of rewards.

“92kg of embezzled products detected. The reward for completing the treasure hunt: 100 million mansions by the Sky Lake.”

“The top celebrity, Xia Qiu, will run into danger soon. The reward for completing fate hunt: 100 million cash.”

“5kg gold detected. The reward for completing treasure hunt: 60% stock of Distant Publishing that’s worth 600 million.”

With the continuous treasure hunts automatically detected on his phone and obtaining the rewards from the hunts, Ye Feng said, “From today onwards, I’ll be the most pretentious bastard.”

Accidentally entered an ABO novel, and before Mu Er realized that he had an extra organ, he was confused and completed the first great harmony in his life with an Omega.
But when he woke up, the man had disappeared, and Mu Er thought it was just a dream.
Unexpectedly, a few months later, when Jiyou was pointing at the handsome face of the man in the news to her excitedly praising the most outstanding Omega on the planet, she was suddenly tied to that man.
Mu Er was nervous and puzzled, she asked, “Sir, you…”
The man unbuttoned his suit, pointed at his slightly long belly, his face flushed, and he said to her, “responsible.”

(Privately set like a mountain) (O pet A) (Mines clearance: the author’s female lead)
One sentence introduction: Mr. Ba came to me with the ball to take charge
Purpose: Life is precious, and we must be responsible for it.

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“Why is this [Summoning Card: Goblin] wearing a mask?”

“Because it’s a Goblin Gangster!”

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.”