MTL - Lady Su’s Revenge - Chapter 507 Retribution is coming

Gods and Myths rule over the lands on Earth. They give their citizens food, security, abundance, and most of all…Immortality.In exchange, humans went over the 4th Dimension and killed Canzers, the monsters that threaten the sanctity of the God's dimension. They are called Saviors.At 18yrs old, Atlan finally gained a chance to become a Savior. But…he inadvertently gained the powers of the God of Death.Was it useful in a world of immortality?Yes. Nobody knew that when Atlan overthrew the Grim Reaper, an apocalypse would doom the world.Humanity lost its immortality. Ordinary people, Saviors, and even Gods could die now.[You have witnessed the extinction of Angels][10-star rarity Angelic Genus acquired!][Your Bloodline has evolved to Angelic Reaper of Gods][You have reaped the deaths of 10,000 Angels][You have gained 1,000,000 Upgrade Points][You have gained 10,000 experience][Lightspeed Angel Wings body mutation acquired!][You have reaped the death of the First Savior][10x Level Booster trait acquired!][SSS class Apocalyptic Hellfire acquired]

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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.”