Child of Destiny - Chapter 145 Notorious Villains

Mortal Chapter: In pursuit of immortality, I seek to dominate the world! I, Zhongshan, aim to establish an unparalleled celestial dynasty, gather the world's qi, eliminate personal hindrances, and thus confront the might of heaven. I will create a new world and achieve immortality. One's fate, fortune, Feng Shui, accumulation of yin virtue, and fame are the five key elements! For the sake of immortality, those who cultivate fame and fortune will establish a celestial dynasty and gather the world's qi. Those who accumulate yin virtue will create a holy land and accumulate immeasurable merit. Those who cultivate Feng Shui can communicate with the two worlds of yin and yang and harness the power of heaven and earth. As for those who cultivate fate and fortune, and those who cultivate life, they... Immortal Chapter: Ask the world, who can achieve immortality and eternal life~~~!

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.”

I failed and will challenge again.