God's Eyes - Chapter 1031 Greeted in an...elevator??

Clearing wasteland, farming, exploring and collecting, starting from scratch to slowly build an estate that completely belongs to oneself.Jiang Yuan always thought that the bound game was a cheat that could shuttle between two realms to sell things, until he discovered that the skills obtained in the game could also be used in reality!

Sano Yuji, a black company employee, is summoned to another world while finishing his work at home. His profession in the other world, a Monster Tamer, is considered a job that makes it difficult to become an adventurer. However, thanks to some slimes he met, which read several magical books, he gained magical powers and the second profession, Sage. Yuji acquired overwhelming power, but is he conscious of his strength? Blindly becoming unparalleled and strongest in the world!

The whole people cross the border of mountains and seas.

Start a thatched hut, build a house, farm, and raise exotic animals?

Su Mu, who was reborn, said, I just want to live in peace and quiet.

Every day, I take a thousand-year-old strange beast for a walk, and a ten-thousand-year-old giant beast for a walk.

Occasionally go fishing for a few mermaids and come back, the days are free and comfortable.

When I get bored, I kidnap a dragon girl and come back to play with it.

Hey, I’m just playing….!

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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.”