MTL - Dressed As Eighties Supernatural Woman - Chapter 1731 It's really fate

Han Sheng Li is the Crown Prince of the Great Han kingdom. Since the age of fourteen, he mostly went to the wars with his father, Han Wenji, the great emperor of the Han Kingdom. He's the most favored child of his father but, is the cruelest and ruthless among all of his seven half brothers.

This thought had grown deep in William’s mind!

“I was once a human being but now....”“I am a God!”~Ye Tian Quote #47In the year 3000, giant gates appeared all over the world, and with the appearance of these gates hordes of monsters appeared driving humanity to the brink of extinction.Just when all hope was lost, the first hunters and awakened appeared. Using their superhuman strengths and abilities they launched a counterattack on the monsters.And with the awaking of powers, powerful humans gradually stood out.With powerful abilities like flame manipulation and spatial control, for the first time, humans began to show signs of reclaiming their past glory.thousands of years had passed, and awaked have become people that are revered by allwith SSS class awakeners standing high above humanity with positions akin to Gods and F class awakeners left for naughtpower and abilities had become the had become the deciding factor in determining one's upper limit and futureSadly, unexpectedly Ye Tian wakes up in a strange classroom only to find himself transported to this strange world where power means everythingwith the inability to awaken, just when he was about to give up it appearedthe God-level Integration system!unfortunately just before he could make the most of this, an accident happensBetrayed by his classmates and left to die during his class dungeon raid.See how Ye Tian uses his system to rise as a dungeon lord and make a name for himself in this world ruled by strength

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.”