After Returning, My Abilities are Infinite - Chapter 138

Absurd! Reincarnating as a newborn in a demon-infested world, the overturning system arrived 30 years early.[At 30, after enduring endless hardships, you have achieved nothing and remain a loner. Reward: Late Bloomer (Talent) - Effect: The older your bones, the faster you cultivate.][Overturning mission: Defeat Chen Yuan at the sixth level of the Guiyuan Realm within a year. Reward: Swordsmanship entry-level]One-year-old Chen Yi looked at the content on the panel, then down at his small arms and legs, falling into deep thought.'Damn! This system definitely arrived too early!''I'm only a year old, what good is the Late Bloomer talent now?''And Chen Yuan of the Guiyuan Realm...'...Years later, war reports came from the frontlines.'The Tianyuan Continent’s top ten martial arts prodigy, Champion Marquis of the Wei Dynasty, the Amorous Young Master, Sword Saint Chen Yi, slaughtered 100,000 demons on the battlefield of Taizhou Mountain to celebrate for the human race!'However, Chen Yi looked at the battlefield flowing with rivers of blood and shook his head:'I’ve been making overturn since I was one, experiencing countless life and death situations to achieve my current cultivation level. It’s not surprising you can’t resist!'Those 'life and death' crises were terrifyingly daunting.The big brother at one year old, childhood sweetheart at five, senior brother at ten, princess at a tender age...Who understands my hardships?PS: Infant stream, system-arriving-early stream, light-hearted, humorous, passionate.PPS: Also known as 'Starting the Overturn as an Infant', 'Reborn as an Infant, What an Overturn! ', 'Talking is Useless, It's Time to Fight.'

Distant green mountains, a remote village, an ordinary boy struggling to survive, whose mundane life transforms into the path of cultivation. Who is real, and who is fake? Who can accompany the bright moon to the end? The world of immortals begins from here.

Xu Zong, who transmigrated into the world of Swallowing Starry Skies, had no chance to battle the Devouring Beasts. At this moment, Luo Feng was peeping underwater, Hong and Thunder God were in deep slumber, while the jumping clown wreaked havoc. Xu Zong had thought that he would rely on himself for his whole life, but unexpectedly, he accidentally joined a chat group. In the group, there were other Xu Zongs, each possessing different talents!Nine Cauldrons Xu Zong: With my unbeatable sliding shovel! Wait, there's a Sabertooth Tiger ahead. Watch me slide and shovel!Comprehensive Martial Arts Xu Zong: I have the War God's sound system! Please, Master Qiao and the God of Gambling, possess me!Heaven Concealing Xu Zong: When I shout, “XX, save me!” XX will be forcibly teleported in front of me to shield me from bullets!XX Xu Zong: Uh, mine is the Arcane Technique of Akalin...Devouring Xu Zong: Well said! But none of your talents are as awesome as mine! My cultivation has no bottlenecks!Various Xu Zongs: Boss! Can you share your Wi-Fi so we can share talents?................This is an unlimited flow story across different realms, involving fantasy, movies, martial arts, anime, and more. Enjoy it to the fullest!

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.”