Black Quantiarch: The Progenitor's Odyssey - Chapter 77: Training 6 — Black Vs Leo-fang!!!

MC follows the crew – Don’t like it? Don’t read.Vir transmigrated into the world of One Piece.Right from the start, he was being hunted down by a Devil Fruit users. Just an ordinary guy and a dying deer—how was he supposed to survive this?Ding![Congratulations, host! You have activated the 'Traumatizing Miracle Doctor System'][Saving people while causing them severe psychological trauma will grant you a random ability from them! ]“Bro, I’m being hunted here, stop messing around—give me something useful!”[Ding! Newbie gift pack reward: Antidote x1 ][Antidote: Instantly neutralizes all food poisoning effects. ]Vir: Σ( ° △ °|||)Good news: He has a system.Bad news: The system is useless!---Marineford War.Everyone’s eyes were wide in shock, their faces streaked with tears as they watched Ace get pierced through.Vir: “Wipe those tears! Hold them back! A little fatal injury—still treatable.”Not long after, the Whitebeard Pirates were wailing over Whitebeard’s tragic death.Vir spoke again: “Hold those tears back! Still treatable, still treatable!”And thus, Vir began his legendary journey of flexing.Aokiji: “I’m holding a severed leg, and this guy tells me ‘You are what you eat.’ Should I eat it?”Whitebeard: “That brat’s welding skills are top-notch. Don’t ask how I know!”Kizaru, who had been tasked with hunting Vir down, originally thought it would be an easy job. After all, he was just a doctor, right?Yet now, as he found himself struggling to breathe under the sheer pressure of Vir’s Conqueror's Haki, he had only one thought racing through his mind:“You’re telling me this guy is a doctor?”“Uncle, can you fix my facial paralysis too? Wanna give it a try?”

Feng Yun transmigrates into a fantasy world filled with magical powers and immortals.Just as he was wondering about his future, the system activated...[Ding, activation confirmed. The novice gift package will be issued automatically.][Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining a random special physique: Sacred Dao Body of Chaos.][Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the Supreme Foundation Building Treasure.][Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining a hundred million top-grade spirit stones.][Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining an immortal grade soul-strengthening elixir.]Hahah... money, power Immortality, beauties, I am getting all...

Ronan was just another overworked office drone until a sudden death transported him to a vast, unfamiliar fantasy world—alone, invincible, and armed with absurdly powerful abilities from a game he once played. But reality isn't as simple as a game, and after days of wandering the unending Nim Forest without finding civilization, his optimism begins to fade.Just as isolation threatens to wear him down, he encounters Frieren, a quiet elf girl hiding in the bushes. Their meeting marks the first step on a path neither of them fully understands, in a world that seems empty, yet full of mystery.

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.”