MTL - Raising Wolves - v2 Chapter 42

[Naruto + System + Blackening + Cool Text]

Fengxu travels through the Naruto world and becomes Naruto’s suppressed blackened personality.

After experiencing all Naruto’s experience, he can’t repay grievances with kindness, let alone forgive!

Since the main personality has nothing to do, then his sub-personality is in charge of everything!

Bullied Naruto’s kill! Framed Naruto’s kill! Want to master Naruto’s kill!

At the same time, Feng Xu continued to weave a web to eat away at Naruto.

“Naruto, do you know the difference between a king and a mount?”

“Naruto, all the suffering in this world is caused by the lack of ability of the person concerned.”

“Naruto, you can’t protect anything, you just kill everyone.”

“So, give your body to the stronger me.”  …

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What would you say is the most valuable thing in this world?

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.