Of Arms and Arcane - Chapter 110

Li Yi once lived the dream of every pro gamer. He was at the top of his game with the best equipment, the highest stats, and everything a gamer could ever hope for. However, he soon realized that none of his ill-gotten gains for his to keep when he was branded Public Enemy Number One and killed in the biggest battle of the ages.Now, he has the chance to turn back the clock and return to a time before his first mistake put him on the path of no return. This time, Li Yi will make different choices. With that, comes many interesting encounters — like saving a woman in distress then making love to her seven times in a row while her child slept in the next room. However, will he get back to what truly matters?One thing is for sure, with the memories retained from his past, he will become King of this game.

It was only after Su Yayan's death that she realized that she was a malicious cannon fodder female character who became a scapegoat in a Mary Sue story.

A world where one’s life was decided by one’s talent called Gift.
The main character Erio Scarlet who was born in the house of influential noble family that had produced a lot of Holy Knights manifested a suspicious gift Incubus in the conferment ceremony. Furthermore the skill attached to that Gift was only one embarrassing skill called Peerless.

Erio was banished from the city because there was no way his indecent existence could be permitted in a family of Holy Knights but……somehow he went through an amazing growth when he dealt with his horniness though!?

In addition when his childhood friend who was bestowed with the Gift Sacred Knight chased after the main character because of her love for him reverse ra-……did it with him, a lot of powerful indecent skills showed up and on top of that they even got bound by Master-Servant contract……!?

This was the indecent heroic tale of the boy who was gifted with indecent Gift rising in the world while [getting along] with a lot of girls.

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.”