I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey - Chapter 440: Dream And Reality

In the twenty-seventh year of Hong Guang, the allied forces of seven nations invaded the Great Blue Dynasty.Rifled muskets, mortars, and armored vehicles combined into a steel tide, were ultimately shattered by the Great Blue's armored cavalry.Muscle, magic, firearms, cannons... the new and the old powers continuously collided.In an era of great strife, Li Fei, with the help of a Ten Thousand Blood Bead, gradually became an existence akin to a BOSS:'Is this the extent of your damage? You haven't even taken off one-thousandth of my health.''You don't think this is enough to kill me, do you?''Don't rush, the second phase is up next!'......

The world was at the brink of collapse. Humanity’s desperate battle against the Harbingers, monstrous alien invaders from another world, had raged for years, leaving cities in ruin and hope at an all-time low.Amid the chaos, Noah Eclipse, an eighteen year old with no past and no purpose, struggled to survive each day.Noah being a first-generation talent, with a common, unremarkable ability that never stood a chance against the Harbingers' overwhelming might, had spent years labeled a loser, while fighting to keep his head above water in a world that seemed to have forgotten him.But as fate would have it, everything changed one day when he was fighting for his life and at the verge of dying.[Congratulations, you have awakened an SSS RANKED Talent : Void Summoning][Congratulations you have unlocked one item : Eclipse blade!!][Congratulations : You have unlocked a new skill; Void Blink]He was reborn, and for the first time, he was no longer weak nor helpless.With all the creatures and the power of the void in his palms, he would bring an end to the apocalypse!

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.”

The dark underground dungeon was filled with countless ancient relics and treasures. Eerie, deformed, cursed objects... The abyss, catacombs, Ancient Gods, mythical races... Mechanics, cursed seal implants, and the gargantuan black towers... A peculiar mix of Alchemy, a drop of steampunk, two spoons of supernatural mystery, blending into a vibrant and colorful fantasy world. I am a puppeteer Alchemist. All that my eyes behold, becomes my puppet. Alone, I am an army!