Facing the Apocalypse with My Other Selves - Chapter 381 - 227: State Preceptor of Great Qin!

In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn’t a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn’t large but it has everything. The temple isn’t large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn’t large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, “I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that’s not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable 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.”

#Expect a big Harem but MC won't mindless collect women on a whim. There's deep mature content. Beware!After getting rejected and humiliated by the very woman he's ever loved—and publicly dumped during lunch break in front of half the school while holding a giant teddy bear, blue roses, and a handwritten love letter titled “My Heart in .mp3”—Jayden Cross thought life couldn't get worse.Then he wakes up with a system talking in his ear.[Ding! Welcome to the Ultimate Copy and Paste System!][Function Unlocked: 10x Copy and Paste!]Now armed with a divine-level Ultimate System Jayden begins rebuilding his life with just copying and pasting everything and gets 10X more!What the world, the system, and the universe had shattered without remorse, only the Ultimate Copy and Paste System could restore. But it did not simply mend—it reimagined. It rewrote his broken existence into a force no storm could contain, only follow.

The arrival of origin ability era. Many berserk beasts spawned. Humans with superpowers blooming like mushrooms. Su Hao is just an ordinary 3rd year high school student who had mastered a lowly grade origin ability named
“Model analysis”.