Dafeng’s Night Squad - Chapter 1278 - : Seven ultimate Gu’s evolution _1

He once reached the peak—only to discover that the heavens reward no one.Betrayed by fate itself, his soul regressed through time and claimed a new body: Gu Qinghe, the disgraced Young Master of the Gu Clan, born with status yet ridiculed as a waste.This vessel was different.With every memory from his past life intact and the Infinite Comprehension System, all techniques revealed their secrets.Bottlenecks shattered. Incomplete arts perfected. Even forbidden paths bent before his understanding.This time, he would not walk the road of cultivation blindly.Every step was calculated. Every enemy marked.Using knowledge stolen from the future and comprehension that defied heaven, he would rise from ridicule to supremacy—suppressing prodigies, trampling sects, and overturning the natural order.The heavens had denied him once.Now, he would make them pay.

Lin Jiufeng transmigrates to become the Yuhua God Dynasty’s Crown Prince but is dethroned, banished to the Cold Palace, and imprisoned there because he had released the holy maiden of their rival country.Lin Jiufeng isn’t dejected. He has brought a sign-in system with him when he transmigrated and he would receive rewards when he signs in at different places.Before the Cold Palace’s gates, he signs in and receives the Ultimate Heaven Slashing Sword Skill!In the Great Council Hall, he signs in and receives the Heaven Patching Technique!In the Empress Dowager’s palace, he signs in and receives the God of War Totem!…Liu Jiufeng imagines that he can quietly sign in like this until he becomes invincible. Yet who would have imagined that the Heavenly Concubine whom he secretly released would rise in rebellion and seize power after she returns to her country?After she succeeds, her first priority is to attack the Yuhua God Dynasty to rescue Lin Jiufeng.When Liu Jiufeng hears of this news, he’s puzzled. “Do I need you to rescue me?”

“You motherfucker… don’t come back to this shop again… or else…”Customers flinched at the loud noise. The next second, someone was thrown out of the shop by the delicate but handsome-looking omega shopkeeper.The alpha hunters flinched as they watched the omega shopkeeper move back after throwing an alpha out all on his own, and they all thought the same thing—do not anger the shopkeeper and do not go after him.After all, to these low-level alpha hunters, the omega civilian shopkeeper was a celebrity.However, what these hunters did not know was the secret the omega shopkeeper hid.Not only was he a hunter, but also part of the first-generation hunters who went after the world’s first and last L-class gate, and perished.But Kyle somehow survived. And not only did he survive, but he also found himself returning 10 years after he entered the L-class gate as a dead man walking.With no money and no identity to call his own, Kyle decided to start fresh from the bottom and live a civilian life he was not able to last time.He almost succeeded, if not for the new customers of his that were trying to uncover his identity.The world had changed from the once-bleak one where hunters were feared, to one where hunters were revered as celebrities, but Kyle had no intention of stepping into the limelight.Now, if only others got the message, he would appreciate it as well. After all, he had no intention of mingling with the world of top hunters again, even if the pull tried to bring him back.

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.”