MTL - Soaring the Heavens - Chapter 394 Why don’t you

I thought I had seen bad endings before—but nothing prepared me for the garbage conclusion of The Hero’s Path.Years of investment, countless struggles, and for what? The protagonist failed. The villain won. Everyone else? Dead. Furious, I sent a message to the author, only to get a chilling response:[Do you think you could do better?]Before I could even blink, my phone exploded in a blinding light, and the next thing I knew—I was waking up in a completely different body.Now, I’m Merlin Everhart, a fourteen-year-old with a 12-star talent, the kind of gift only the strongest should have.But here’s the problem: I have no idea who I am supposed to be.With nothing but a system and a first-day-of-school alarm ringing in my ears, I’m thrown into the world of The Hero’s Path.Am I just another side character in a world that already ended once?…Either way, I refuse to let this story beat me too.

Della Draven, the beautiful twin sister of Snow Moon’s Alpha heir, seemed untouchable. It was no secret that she would give herself only to her fated mate, the one who would complete her, the other half of her soul.When Della discovers that she is pregnant, she is shocked to her very core. She knows that she did not give herself willingly, and even her own mother seems to think she should take a pill and forget all about what she can’t remember. Her pregnancy will paint a target on the status of her family, threatening to rob her brother of the role he has trained for his whole life, and making her the subject of public ridicule and shame.Della refuses to accept that there is only one way out of the situation she has been forced in to, and she cannot deny the bond she feels with the pup growing inside of her, regardless of how he got there. Never one to back down from a fight, she decides that she will do whatever it takes to bring HER pup into the world, even if it means leaving behind the only home she has ever known.After a cruel rejection, her heart and spirit could have broken completely, but it only strengthens her resolve. She will leave behind almost everything to start a new life, one where her pup will be loved and celebrated. She will leave the world of werewolves to live as a human.She can’t help but worry that the past will rear it’s ugly head and threaten the happiness she has built, especially when her mate finds her and she finds out his true identity.The web surrounding the truth unravels, threatening to shake the very foundation of werewolf society. As Della and her family are pulled into a dangerous game, her son’s musical talent propels him into the spotlight of the human music scene. As his fame grows, so do the threats to Della’s family, and to werewolves everywhere.Will her son be the one to bring peace among humans and werewolves, to bring much needed change to werewolf society, or will his truth start a war?All Della can do now is hope that the world is ready for the truth, because it is coming, whether they are ready or not.Full of twists and turns, this story churns faster and faster towards an epic event that will change the world as everyone knows it.check out my official author site on Facebook, dianefosterunofficial. https://www.facebook.com/share/g/1Q68L2hLTA/?mibextid=wwXIfr

The world is in an age of change between the old and the new society, and the collision of politics, economy, thought and culture is becoming more and more violent.

Moster Verak, a photographer from the slums of Zward City, was reborn two months ago, starting from impersonating the son of a consortium again, stirring everything and subverting the world in the turmoil of rapid industrial development and wild expansion of ambition.

[Overhead world, please do not compare reality]

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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.”