12 O'Clock Marionette - Chapter 3

Yila, who had served the empire for half her life, was decisively sold. He was almost beaten to death when he wanted to go to other countries, and was rescued by the Dragon Lady Demon King.

After crossing over, Ira, who had killed monsters for half her life, was a little guilty, but…

【Those who fight against the evil dragon should be careful not to become the husband of the dragon…】

[When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss… offers a kiss. 】

Ira Alcaraz: ? ? ?

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“I was once a human being but now....”“I am a God!”~Ye Tian Quote #47In the year 3000, giant gates appeared all over the world, and with the appearance of these gates hordes of monsters appeared driving humanity to the brink of extinction.Just when all hope was lost, the first hunters and awakened appeared. Using their superhuman strengths and abilities they launched a counterattack on the monsters.And with the awaking of powers, powerful humans gradually stood out.With powerful abilities like flame manipulation and spatial control, for the first time, humans began to show signs of reclaiming their past glory.thousands of years had passed, and awaked have become people that are revered by allwith SSS class awakeners standing high above humanity with positions akin to Gods and F class awakeners left for naughtpower and abilities had become the had become the deciding factor in determining one's upper limit and futureSadly, unexpectedly Ye Tian wakes up in a strange classroom only to find himself transported to this strange world where power means everythingwith the inability to awaken, just when he was about to give up it appearedthe God-level Integration system!unfortunately just before he could make the most of this, an accident happensBetrayed by his classmates and left to die during his class dungeon raid.See how Ye Tian uses his system to rise as a dungeon lord and make a name for himself in this world ruled by strength

I gave them my everything.My time… my strength… my heart.I trained while they slept.I smiled when they laughed.I stayed… even when it hurt.And what did I get?Nothing.They looked at me like I was pathetic.Like, I didn’t belong.Like I was… less.But I... the naive person I am, continued trusting them.They told me to act like trash, fine—I became trash.They told me to act like a scumbag, fine—I played the role.However...One mistake, one single moment...That’s all it took.And they threw me away.But now…Someone else woke up in my body.A stranger, a man who doesn’t know the pain I suffered, but wears my face.Let’s see what he does with it.Because me?I’m done with this life, so to the soul who took over my body...This is your mess now…'Gray'.

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.”