MTL - Dangerous Girls Drag Me Into Danger - Chapter 99

In this world, Planet Earth had undergone great changes and humanity is faced with extreme danger. Luckily, humans have something called the Heaven Dao software.

English Title: I got Isekai-dKatherine, formerly Nora, awakens in the body of a young noble in Albania after spending a week in a coma. She quickly realizes that she has transmigrated into a famous classic book, and from that moment on, her life is anything but ordinary.A Filipino Novel-Inspired Creation with an Isekai TwistDisclaimer: Florante and Laura is an original work by Francisco Balagtas and is considered one of the masterpieces of Philippine literature. The creator of this work has no affiliation with the original author and has crafted this story purely as an inspired reimagining, born from creativity and admiration for the classic tale.

Yun Bixue is in dire straits—

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.”