Journey Towards Greatness - Chapter 1048: Young Trainers, New Pokemons, Choices

Athen had always lived a solitary life, as without any family or friends, he struggled to survive in his poor, forgotten hometown. The only escape from this grim reality came in the form of tales of magic told by rare visitors from the distant capital.That was, until one day, Athen discovered that magic wasn't just a dream. It was within him.With his newfound power, Athen completed a desperate heist, stealing a priceless diamond. But his triumph was short-lived when he realized the diamond was a fake.Yet... what seemed like a cruel trick turned out to be a blessing in disguise, for the fake diamond held the key to unlocking Athen’s greatest desire: the chance to truly learn magic.

This book features a slice-of-life style with minimal system presence, welcome to enjoy.[Theoretically, this system can target any cognitive being in the universe.][After selecting a target, the host will randomly acquire the target's skill level and talent.][When the target is of the same gender, skill experience acquisition speed +50%, skill level cap -50%.][When the target is of a different species, trigger 404 aura, skill experience acquisition speed +100%, instant death probability +99%.][After a failed targeting, the punishment mechanism is activated, halving the host's basic stats, entering an absolute weak state, and resetting skill levels.]Traversing into this world, Bai Chuan Ze Ping observes this problematic system, then looks at the top student and beautiful girl of the class...Hmm, perhaps... this classmate could be a fine learning companion.PS: This book is also known as “My Talent Comes from My Girlfriend.”

I fell into a wannabe murim.But apparently martial arts is supposed to be difficult?Hm… Is it really that bad?

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.”