MTL - Mulan Has No Elder Brother - Chapter 356 Water leaks

Amidst much anticipation, the virtual reality game Dark Land, a decade in the making, has finally launched. However, its steep price has caused many long-time fans to hesitate. Meanwhile, an obscure game has gained massive attention, cleverly capitalizing on Dark Land's popularity.Qi Sheng: ”I've got a link to a cracked version of Dark Land! Free and legit!“

In the new era of Blue Star Martial Arts, Demons invaded, and humankind was embroiled in a bitter struggles.Chu Feng transmigrated and arrived on the scene. Armed with the ways of being an overachiever, all he wanted was to once again show the spirit of a die-hard corporate slave and carve out his own piece of the world!No sooner had he been reborn than he was smeared with demons all over his face, but no worries, his golden finger had arrived!He could draw upon the Life Force of slain Demons to transform into Attribute Points, becoming stronger with limitless additions!“What to do when there are no more Attribute Points available?”“Hey, look over there, a lone Demon…”“Sneak up from behind, grab its head, just twist like this! Hey, Attribute Points secured!”…“In this world, having great strength means having everything!”“In my life, with such heaven-defying Martial Arts Talent, do you think I can become a Martial God?”“The path to the Martial God has ended; it's become nothing but old legends? Ha, the path I walk will be the new path of the Martial God!”…This book is also known as “Demons, I Need You to Help Me Cultivate!” “So Easy to Learn, I Think This Move is Really Simple” “Run Fast, the people at the front are haunted” “This Man is More Demonic Than the Demons Themselves!”

“I was ripped into this world against my will, so anyone who gets in my way from going back home... I'll show no mercy.”…Deklan is a renowned high school bully born with the unique impulse to do bad things.But he turned his life around.He and his father agreed to change for the better after spiraling into depression following the death of Deklan's mother. Instead of bullying, Deklan watched gory horror movies to suppress his impulse, and it worked.It worked so well that the impulse was essentially gone, replaced by an obsessive love of horror movies.Fate, however, played a cruel twist on him.He died.But death wasn’t the end; he was transmigrated into another world.In a world where the metaphysical realm bled into the tangible reality, a world where Ghosts were real, Deklan must find a way to go back home. And if the only way to go home was to become invincible by taming all ghosts first, then so be it.Fortunately, his newfound hobby gave him a powerful blessing.“You don’t scare me. Your face is so generic that at least a hundred horror movies starred you.”“System, this ghost is strong... Use Agna the Red Scarecrow Persona!”“This ghost is fast... use that persona!”“This ghost is so tough... use the other persona!”Others can only assimilate with one Ghost or none. Deklan? He can assimilate them all.Will Deklan be able to become invincible and go back home to reunite with his father, or was his transmigration more than meets the eye? Even if he can, with a fight for survival in every corner, will he come back the same person?

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.”