MTL - Amnesia Tyrant’s White Moonlight - Chapter 32

Two years ago, the famous teenage e-sports genius, Daylight, accused an opponent of cheating in a competitive game and eventually disappeared from e-sports.

Two years later, the small streamer (ShadowBlade) dominates in an Overwatch match and runs into the super famous streamer, (KangMing).

Kang Ming: Can you shoot me again?!

– YOU WERE ELIMINATED BY SHADOWBLADE –

Kang Ming: Oh.

Then ShadowBlade finally realized: if I want to die, I must do it myself.

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I’ve took the role of ‘that person’ who passed away long ago, someone who bears a striking resemblance to her. In a reverse harem fantasy novel set against a military backdrop, the title “Four Crazy Guys Obsessing Over Me,” or simply “F4,” unfolds. The narrative centers around the protagonist’s first love and former comrade who descended into madness following their demise, now fixated on the female lead. However, as the one who has taken on the position of ‘that person,’ I enjoy certain privileges. Could it be that my fate involves facing death? Alternatively, survival might lead to a twist in the romantic plot, with me becoming the object of obsession instead of the female lead. Personally, I’m not inclined towards being the center of such fixation. But then… “Hey, get your act together.” “The loser falls behind and gets left behind!” “These fools need to snap out of it! Can’t they get their act together?” Romance is nowhere in sight; instead, the harsh reality of the real K-military awaits me! Before I can fully escape this predicament, I had hoped that the male leads would become obsessed with me. However, this apocalyptic world consistently shatters my expectations. To worsen matters, it appears that the male leads are gradually losing their sanity in this chaotic world. What’s the only way to break free from this absurd exploitation? Naturally, it’s through a revolution! You corrupt imperial scoundrels!

Here, you can see the past and present of the cosmic swarm, the origin of the war-mongering witch tribe, the rise of sea progeny, the birth of giant beasts...And...A world tree cultivation from scratch?...On her 18th birthday, Baiyi suddenly learns that her family is actually super-rich.After finally coming to terms with the reality and preparing to embrace a new life, another change occurs.The world is destroyed, the apocalypse arrives, and humans are given a lord qualification and randomly thrown into millions of worlds.Good news, her cheat finally arrives, and it's a seemingly powerful genetic weaving.Bad news, others have it too, and theirs seem even stronger.What else can be done?She can only be a support player trying to get by, relying on her cheat to do some farming.But why do her troops start to look so strange?...I just want to farm properly, so why is it my fault if intruders get taken down by insects/gardeners/crops!What Insect Queen, what original witch, it's all slander!I'm just an ordinary support lord!ps: Female protagonist, single, farming, dedicated to hybridizing all kinds of strange creaturespps: This is a male-oriented novel, if you have not read a male-oriented female protagonist novel before, I'm glad this will be your first.

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.”