I'm Not Sorry But The Prince Will Marry Me Anyway - Chapter 53

A high school boy meets an unfortunate end by a well-meaning but bureaucratically incompetent god. As an apology for his accidental demise, the god offers him reincarnation in a fantasy world—complete with a powerful cheat to ensure his survival. However, due to a small clerical error, our protagonist is reborn as a girl!Determined to make the most of her new life, she boldly declares, “Give me the strongest weapon imaginable!”—only to be granted… a harem of overly devoted female soulmates?!Now, stuck in a medieval world filled with magic, monsters, and gorgeous women vying for her affection, she must navigate her bizarre fate while somehow becoming the legendary hero she was meant to be.Will she ever find a way back to her original body? Can she survive this world without succumbing to yuri-fueled chaos? And most importantly… does love truly conquer all?!One thing’s for sure—her adventure is about to be way more complicated than she expected.

For ten years, Ryn lived in quiet exile with his wife Mira, far from a world overrun by supervillains. But when the flames of chaos reignite, he’s forced to return to the battlefield, stronger and deadlier than ever.By his side is Mira, his unwavering partner—devoted, ruthless, and hiding a darkness Ryn can't see.Enemies rise, old ghosts return, and war looms on the horizon. Ryn seeks justice, while Mira seeks to protect him... even if it means drowning the world in blood.Let them come.

In the apocalypse, Bai Junjun and her arch-enemy wiped each other out fighting over resources.When she opened her eyes again, she unexpectedly found herself in ancient times.The apocalypse's big shot had turned into a refugee fleeing famine.War, famine, plague, bandits... dangers lurked everywhere.Fortunately, her Special Ability had followed her.The Wood-series Ability was incredibly useful in fleeing war and famine.Facing famine, a flick of her fingers made food grow wildly.Facing plague, by casting a Healing Technique, she became immune to all diseases.Facing bandits... as long as... as long as she aligned with the strongest Seven-Person Team, who would dare to attack?There was just one problem—the leader of the Seven-Person Team was her ex-fiancé, who was one foot in the grave. That was a bit awkward.They used each other for their mutual benefit,She provided food, and he ensured her safety.But... the ex-fiancé was a bit of a glutton, wasn't he?Until an accidental intimate encounter,Bai Junjun suddenly saw a vast Space.Wait a minute!The food that she had grown with her Special Ability... was it all in here?This guy actually had a Space!...They broke off the engagement at the height of prosperity, and they reunited amidst chaos.When both the male and female lead have changed their hearts...Two max-level bosses meet on a narrow path in ancient times, eventually joining forces in a story of internal spiraling competition.

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.”