How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony - Chapter 10: Calm Before the Storm

Ishiki grew up staring at the Floating Cities — a distant paradise in the sky that gave humanity both hope and despair.And then, they fell.Not just one, but all of them.The heavens burned and with them the world crumbled, the Apocalypse descended upon mankind.Ishiki never wanted to be a hero, nor a savior. He was just glad to be alive.Until the Neural Matrix System chose him.As he was dying a Window appeared in front of him.[Congratulations You have been choosen as a Player]He was dragged into his first trial in the world of NEXUS. And he soon realized, he was destined to die there too.But he survived.Survival offered him the a Mythical Title... a power that came with ways to make his life more miserable.

Li Ya crossed the United States to become a high school student in Kansas, and accidentally acquired the friendship system.

The so-called friendship system is to improve the friendship value with friends, so as to obtain skills cards with corresponding capabilities.

“I got the star descent from Superman, the speed from the Flash …”

“From Batman … Um, why is the superpower obtained from the master rich? Why is it obtained from Thor? Hammer? Hammer?”

“I’m not targeting anyone, everyone here is … all my brothers!”

PS (PS: The DC world is in the front of this book, and Marvel, the parallel universe is in the back.)

- Description from uukanshu

By the age of thirty, Chen Feng, who had contracted a terminal illness, saw his luck turn after getting divorced. Winning the lottery, encountering a wave of romantic interests, and ultimately even his illness was cured... How could all this happen? The extremely lucky Chen Feng felt somewhat overwhelmed.

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.”