MTL - The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered - Chapter 53 The Big Sister, the Movie King, the Little Girl (53)

Business elite Wu Bin suddenly died and reincarnated into a college student in a parallel world.Just as he joined the freshman military training, Wu Bin realized something was off.Why was his body weaker than a woman’s?Wu Bin had thought he could use the system to change his physique and reach the pinnacle of life!But who knew, in the next second, the style shifted dramatically!Ding.【Congratulations, Host, for successfully acquiring Acute Myocardial Infarction】【Beware, when your heart rate exceeds 130, Acute Myocardial Infarction will be triggered 100%】Hiss!Are you serious with this crappy system?【High host dissatisfaction value detected, special gift package for beginners】【Congratulations to the host on your gift— Scorn of Death】【Congratulations to the host on your gift — Rebirth from Cocoon】【Congratulations to the host on your gift — Iron Will】Consequently, the ordinary college student Wu Bin became a regular at the major hospitals in Shanghai.The campus belle was smitten with him, the principal prayed for him, and the instructor treated him as his own biological father!“Why can you fracture a bone just by going to the bathroom!”“How dare you travel all over with only 1 platelet?”“This batch of college students, they're very fragile, hard to kill!”

In America in 1995, the flame of the Internet had just been ignited, mobile phones were still bricks, and Hollywood movies had not yet entered the era of special effects. All these will enter another era due to the appearance of Song Yang.

Some media exclaimed that he is a new generation of Howard Hughes, just like what Hughes did back then, leading the trend and making countless people crazy, and Song Yang was worse than the original Hughes, he changed. an era.

But for the media’s comments, Song Yang just left a sentence, “I’m just me, history will give the answer!”

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12 years ago, it was the beginning of his catastrophic life.

Just because of the Wang family’s selfishness in wanting to possess his family’s land, Baichen’s beloved parents were murdered in cold blood. And he himself was framed for a crime that jailed him for 200 years.

The fury building up inside him was enough for him to do anything to bring justice to himself and his family.

Finally, a chance to revenge came to him when he received the “Life Changing System” which allowed him to turn back time and fix everything before it happened.

He needed to complete various missions without knowing what he had to encounter in order to gain skills that helped him survive and revenge on the family who had destroyed his family and made him suffer!

“This time I won’t let anyone tear my family apart again. I’m going to kill Wang Chengye. I’m going to destroy the whole Wang family. My parents are going to live lives of happiness. I swear it!”

(Glory Forever Public Company Limited)

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.”