I Don't Agree to the Terms - Chapter 261 - 156: A Page in the Time History Book_2

With the unexpectedly obtained unknown civilization technology, bionic robots, artificial intelligence, quantum mechanical transmission, supercomputers, plasma thrusters, nuclear fusion, these black technologies are constantly being manufactured in Wang Xiao’s hands.

Knowledge is power. With the help of unknown civilization technology, Wang Xiao, who has acquired this knowledge and black technology, has tickets to a better future and a sea of stars.

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He was the merciless Soldier King on the battlefield who sent shivers down the enemies' spines; he was the soldier scoundrel in his squad who could make anyone both cry and laugh; he was the Big Brother everyone in the urban underworld aspired to be; he was the male god in the hearts of young girls and beautiful women; he returned with a mission...Uniting the underworld, establishing an economic empire, he vowed to become the supreme overlord of this world...To prevent the world from destruction, to protect world peace, to implement love and truth's evil, the lovely and charming antagonist, he is Xiang Yu, and he speaks for himself...

Shu finished the final chapter of a hated apocalypse novel, only to wake up inside it hours later. In Zoxhia, dungeons open without warning, monsters flood the streets, and even the strongest heroes die miserable deaths.The only reason Shu has not joined them yet is a cheat no one else has ever seen: a Domain that can grow into an absolute safe zone. Armed with incomplete knowledge of the story, a dangerous system, and a world already heading for ruin, Shu has to survive, grow stronger, and change an ending where the demons win and everyone dies.discord: https://discord.gg/WkyX6NuZZA

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.”