MTL - American Entertainment 1982 - Chapter 119 good night miss sophia

Ronan was just another overworked office drone until a sudden death transported him to a vast, unfamiliar fantasy world—alone, invincible, and armed with absurdly powerful abilities from a game he once played. But reality isn't as simple as a game, and after days of wandering the unending Nim Forest without finding civilization, his optimism begins to fade.Just as isolation threatens to wear him down, he encounters Frieren, a quiet elf girl hiding in the bushes. Their meeting marks the first step on a path neither of them fully understands, in a world that seems empty, yet full of mystery.

My friend and I traveled together after binding the barrage system.
I dressed as a beautiful and powerful policeman, and sacrificed everything for revenge and redemption – but my ID card is real wine from the winery;
He dressed up as a real wine, and sacrificed everything for destruction and pleasure – but his ID card was the justice police.
That’s right, my friends and I are so special… We got the wrong script! !
Horror stories, we are still wearing brothers, so why not say this script earlier at the beginning! !
System: Wrong! wrong! ! ! You have to show your identity! Don’t let the barrage audience mistake their identity! ! Immediately reveal the flaws! quick!
Me & my friends:  …
So I had to start an undercover winery, brushing the black side’s favorability, but the red side’s favorability not only didn’t drop, but also rose a lot;
In desperation, Jiyou began to whitewash his identity and win the trust of the red party. Unexpectedly, when the winery settled at the end of the year, the top performance was actually me.
My friend and I both fell into deep self-doubt.
The barrage audience was in an uproar.
【Help! ! ! Why is the star of the Metropolitan Police and the winery top twin brothers? ! ! 】
[I have already made up an annual dog blood drama…]
[So Yuu really is black because of his brother? Did he sneak into the winery for the sake of talent! 】
[I understand, in fact, Shiren sneaked into the Metropolitan Police Department for the sake of his younger brother, but he didn’t want to kill people at all…]
【woo woo woo woo……】
My friends and I, who followed the barrage to guess the plot, fell into a long silence.
#Why did the two of us seem to be misunderstood even more after the flaws were revealed? #
#Let’s not talk about playing both red and black… If this continues, the favorability of both red and black will be full, okay! #
#system! Don’t look at doing nothing, the system! ! Quickly think of a way! #
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I was the Pope.I had ten years to save the world from destruction.I came close to death many times, saved the world, and finally returned to Earth…[Warning! If you do not reach the target number of believers within 90 days, your system will be reset!]“…Excuse me?”“What?”“…I’ve come to tell you about the good news of our Lord.”

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.”