MTL - Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - v7 Chapter 843 The tragedy of being a father! Aww!

Takuya accidentally travels to the world of Naruto with a max-level game account.As a mixed-blood Uchiha, Takuya states: “Sharingan? Mangekyō? Aren't these standard equipment?Once you reach the right age, don't they naturally awaken?Why do you need emotional trauma to activate the eyes?Why do you need to transplant eyes to obtain the Eternal Mangekyō?That's so outdated!A real man should awaken it on his own!As for the Nine-Tails, isn't it a common pet?Look, my Nine-Tails is even white!It can fight independently outside my body and even resist the Ten-Tails!This is how the Nine-Tails should be!Kurama, you...”Disclaimer: The cover image is not owned by me. If you are the original owner and would like it removed, please kindly let me know.

Forget about moving to the other side of the world and starting over.The Apocalypse is here!As the only survivor of the Tutorial Quest in his area, Elijah awakens the Class of “Depraved Hero”, an ominous-sounding Class with a Legendary Rank!Additionally, because of the insane difficulty as well as his Clear Rank, he gains the Skills that, according to the mysterious figure that is the Administrator, he needs most.[You have Developed the Skill “Absolute Authority[A]”.][You have Developed the Skill “Slave Mark[C]”.]

One of the top expert killers, tired of endless assassinations and having survived a cruel and suppressed life, decided to escape the world’s strictest assassin organization.

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.