MTL - Jin Yong Martial Arts Otherworld Rampage - v9 Chapter 350 White Lotus Miller

35000+ Words Before Lock.THE SLAYER ASCENSION.....In a world where saints are worshipped and demons are hunted, power decides who is holy… and who is damned.I am both.A contradiction.A human blessed by divinity…yet bound to a demon that never sleeps and craves blood.Hunted by demons.Feared by the saints.Watched by beings far older than gods.There is only one way forward…Ascension through slaughter.Every demon I kill drags me further from humanity.Every miracle I wield pushes me closer to damnation.The devil believes he doesn’t feel fear.I will make him prove himself wrong.This is no hero’s story.No one survives untouched.Because this is…THE SLAYER ASCENSIONCheck out the author note in the auxillary chapter before reading, it will clarify few things.

The world was once at war with 10 alternate worlds. This was known as the Concept War and our world won 60 years ago. All of this was concealed so no normal people are aware of this fact in the current time.

After the death of his grandfather, the high-school student Sayama Mikoto is suddenly summoned by the giant corporation IAI. He learns this world is headed for destruction due to the acceleration of the Minus Concepts. To prevent this, negotiations must be undertaken with the survivors of the other parallel worlds so their 10 concepts can be released.

And so Sayama is caught up in the final battle to clean up after the Concept War which left behind so much enmity.

In the vast and boundless continent Cangtu, there were ancient sects governing the Ten Old Domains, unworldly immortal clans beyond the Blue Sky, and primordial demon gods dominating the dark abyss that together created a great number of brilliant stories over the long course of the history.

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.”