MTL - The System is Four Years Ahead of Schedule, But Weird is Still a Cub - Chapter 105 Meat and brain version of nano battle armor

What is a Protagonist?

After transmigrating, the wind will blow and the water will rise! After rebirth, begin the slaughter in all four directions!

Bring a system to win at life!  Carry a dimension to soar above the masses!

Enter a red packet group and walk to the peak!

… …

How could a life without a cheat be called a Protagonist?

However——

Behind every successful Protagonist lies innumerable cannon fodder, they are unresigned to be the Protagonist’s stepping stone, they want to be the main characters of their own lives, it doesn’t have to be dazzling but it must be a unique and unmatched life.

Wen Qing’s job is to complete the wishes of these cannon fodder, settle their obsessions, and allow them to successfully reincarnate.  Regarding the reward for completing the missions ——she can snatch the Protagonist’s golden finger.

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Having been confessed by the person you in love with must be a dream come true.That happened to me. However, I found out later that the confession is not meant for me but for my classmate named Kyzer. he’s handsome, rich, and popular. On top of that, he’s a top student.It all happened because of the tiger costume I am wearing .Feeling defeated, I went back home with a bleeding heart.On my way toward home, a white van stopped in front of me and abducted me. I was abducted because they thought I was Kyzer thanks to the costume.A series of misfortunes befell to me one after another.When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in an unfamiliar room. Then I become the subject of a weird experiment.In the next day, I woke up in my bed by a loud ringing and discovered some weird widgets floating in front of my vision.I learned later that the peaceful city I was living till today is now in an apocalyptic situation. Demonic creatures were running rampant causing chaos to the land.Using my System, I will survive in this apocalypse.

I transmigrated into the gacha game I abandoned for 10 years.But, the state of the heroes I raised is strange.

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.”