MTL - I Am In Marvel - Chapter 95 Super hero

struggle for dominance, where power rules above all.But you are no chosen hero. As the third son of a Viscount, you hold no influence—just another noble without purpose. Your knowledge of technology and strategy? Worthless here.Then, everything changes.The cards from your favorite strategy game—the very ones you built and mastered—are now real. No longer digital symbols, but an army you can summon at will. In this ruthless world, where the weak are crushed and the strong dictate fate, this power is your key to survival.You refuse to be a victim. Armed with an army beyond imagination, you will carve your own destiny. Not just to survive—but to conquer.“Soldiers, attack!”..........Note: If you have any questions or comments, feel free to share them!

Wu Ping transmigrated into the world of immortal cultivation and became a disciple of the outer disciple of the Blood Rain Sect. With his qualifications, he was confident that he could lead a peaceful life.But, who would have thought Wu Ping’s sea of consciousness was connected to a zombie world?What was more outrageous was that the zombies actually had living souls.The zombie’s corpse can be used to refine and improve his cultivation.Its blood can be used to refine the blood flame technique, and its soul can be used to enhance the soul-refining technique.Its crystal cores can also strengthen the human body and awaken psychic abilities.Soon, the zombie world became Wu Ping’s backyard for cultivation techniques.[Eternal Demon Green Art: It uses half-souls to condense tree species. It must be provided with blood and corpses as nutrients. The more nutrients it absorbs, the more powerful the Eternal Demon green tree will be, and the stronger the spiritual Qi it will generate] Wu Ping directly planted the magic green tree in the zombie world, with corpses as nutrients.In no time, all kinds of terrifying demon cultivation techniques shone under Wu Ping’s hand one by one.The entire immortal cultivation world trembled for him, calling him the ‘Immortal Devil’.But Wu Ping didn’t kill anyone. All he killed were zombies.A group of righteous cultivators: “You, Immortal Devil, don’t come over ah!”

Takahiro Nao, a 25-year-old drowning in debt and despair, lives only for his struggling family. Every sacrifice he makes is for them—until a selfless act costs him his life. Instead of the end, Nao encounters a Goddess of Benevolence who offers him a miraculous deal: “Live in a new world, and your efforts there will support your family back on Earth.”Reborn into the dead body of Naoki von Blackmore, the so-called “Failed Hero,” he finds himself burdened with the daunting task of saving the world by defeating the Demon King—all while supporting the family he cherishes. Armed with formidable powers yet haunted by his past failures, Nao steps into a dangerous realm of swords, magic, and ferocious monsters. Facing relentless enemies, harrowing trials of life and death, and an unyielding fate, he’s forced to confront the ultimate question: how far is he willing to go to protect the people he loves?Filled with emotional struggles, determination, unexpected humor, and a touch of romance, this story asks a powerful question to the readers: What would you sacrifice for the people you love?

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life.But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain!This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King.——————————In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated!An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan!There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus.Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight.There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.