Grace of a Wolf - Chapter 153: Grace: Feared and Revered

“Ding, the wind and thunder war eagle has been upgraded, the bloodline is activated, and the dark flame phoenix has evolved!”

“Ding, the Xuanwu level has been completed simultaneously, the current level, the immortal level!”

The aura recovered, beasts ran rampant, and humans lost half of their population in an instant.

The demise of human beings is imminent, and the beastmaster turns out, and human beings have the opportunity to continue to survive.

Today, this is a world of beastmasters for all people.

Su Bai came through and awakened his dual contract talent, and he could have twice as many pets as others!

Based on blood and sweat and passion, Su Bai has become an eternal legend in this world!

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Light and darkness are twins, blessings and curses coexist.Oh girl who stands upon the stage of destiny,May your path ahead be filled with blessings.------------Anko Probabilistic Narrative Writings：It's like telling stories by rolling dice. Just as many games offer various action and dialogue options that lead to different branching storylines, this book creates characters, advances the plot and builds the world view by providing a large number of different branches and using dice rolls to determine the outcome.

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.”