Global Killing: I Could Plunder Talent - 430 Chapter 430

“Power to accelerate Everything including time!!”.....Damien Harrier was a ruthless small-time gang leader, feared on the streets—until the night he let his guard down. The woman in his bed was a trap, rigged with a bomb by his enemies. She exploded. He died.But death wasn’t the end.He awakens in a nightmarish battle royale where thousands fight for survival under the gaze of the Master of Reincarnation. The rules are simple:Only the top 10 earn a second life.Refusing to kill means ceasing to exist.Your performance determines your talent in your next life.David fights his way through the slaughter, becoming one of the strongest contenders. Then, everything goes dark.When he wakes again, he’s not on Earth anymore. He’s been reborn in a world recovering from an apocalypse, where lords rule over crumbling territories and every person awakens a unique ability at eighteen.Thanks to his past victory, he gains a power like no other—Acceleration, allowing him to bend time itself. Armed with this ability and an evolving gun, he carves his path through war, politics, and abyssal horrors… rising from nothing to become the fastest lord of the apocalypse....want more chapters?help this book reach 50 Gt or 200 power stones for additional one chapter daily..........

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.