MTL - So You’re Such A Doctor Song - Chapter 9 Don't give face to face

When fantasy becomes reality, Will the heavenly blessed youth be able to make his way to the end of the deity’s road?

Chen Ang who has the ability to transmigrate found himself in the fantasy world.

In the “Never Ending” world, He obtained the wisdom of a superhero.

In the “Super Body” world, He glimpsed into the mysteries of godhood.

From the world of ‘’Proud Jianghu” onwards, He practiced internal strength, evolving his body.

Through the “Calamity of Python Madness”, He obtained the key to longevity.

Superhero serum, Impasse drug, Factor X, Spider gene, And the lizard drug.

He consumed these illegal drugs to reach the end of the deity’s road, Such a road is long and full of slopes.

After facing the difficulties and danger to spy on God’s forbidden region,

He doesn’t have any regret doing so!

- Description from Novelupdates

Have you ever thought a monster that has a job of a summoner and a tamer

what should it call itself Monster Summoner? Monster Tamer? but he itself was a monster too

Watch as our mc travels the world as an reincarnated human who turn into a monster

‘I must entertain the masses.’ This was Jester’s lifelong goal.After leading 12 different lives as a Hero, King, Sage, Jester, and more, all he wanted was to mock the king and his court.Unfortunately for him, his majesty didn’t appreciate his vicious jokes.Jester died, trying to flee for his life. But death wasn’t the end for him.For his 13th and last life, he triggered the Archetype System and reincarnated in a world of magic and perils.[This is your last life. Don’t waste it!][Welcome to the world of Archetypes!]Oh, before I forget, soon, players from Earth would flood into his new world.But even players won't escape from his clutches! Even people from the Earth will be tamed!

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.”