MTL - The Long-awaited Mr Han - Chapter 3252 Nothing to talk about later

MC follows the crew – Don’t like it? Don’t read.Vir transmigrated into the world of One Piece.Right from the start, he was being hunted down by a Devil Fruit users. Just an ordinary guy and a dying deer—how was he supposed to survive this?Ding![Congratulations, host! You have activated the 'Traumatizing Miracle Doctor System'][Saving people while causing them severe psychological trauma will grant you a random ability from them! ]“Bro, I’m being hunted here, stop messing around—give me something useful!”[Ding! Newbie gift pack reward: Antidote x1 ][Antidote: Instantly neutralizes all food poisoning effects. ]Vir: Σ( ° △ °|||)Good news: He has a system.Bad news: The system is useless!---Marineford War.Everyone’s eyes were wide in shock, their faces streaked with tears as they watched Ace get pierced through.Vir: “Wipe those tears! Hold them back! A little fatal injury—still treatable.”Not long after, the Whitebeard Pirates were wailing over Whitebeard’s tragic death.Vir spoke again: “Hold those tears back! Still treatable, still treatable!”And thus, Vir began his legendary journey of flexing.Aokiji: “I’m holding a severed leg, and this guy tells me ‘You are what you eat.’ Should I eat it?”Whitebeard: “That brat’s welding skills are top-notch. Don’t ask how I know!”Kizaru, who had been tasked with hunting Vir down, originally thought it would be an easy job. After all, he was just a doctor, right?Yet now, as he found himself struggling to breathe under the sheer pressure of Vir’s Conqueror's Haki, he had only one thought racing through his mind:“You’re telling me this guy is a doctor?”“Uncle, can you fix my facial paralysis too? Wanna give it a try?”

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.”

Jin Runcandel is the youngest son of the greatest Swordmaster. After he gets himself kicked out of their clan, he meets a tragic fate…but before he dies, a God gives him a second chance. Now he must use his new power for good.

Caelith doesn't want too much in life, a clean home, a happy mother, and maybe a girlfriend. Raised in the Stormont manner, one of the highest ranking noble household in the kingdom, he grew up a bastard, mistreated and abused by the main lineage.At the tender age of sixteen nobles undergo a divine ceremony, receiving the opportunity to be blessed by the gods however he receives Nothing.Caelith struggles in this world but at the end of the day, He is Nobody, and he has Nothing.