MTL - Universal Sword God - Chapter 103 Uprooted

How can there be any invincibility?

How can there be any Xeon undefeated?

No one in this world can be eternally number one, anyone can be defeated.

including me.

I’ve been waiting for that one person to show up, beat me, tell me that my way is wrong.

It’s a pity that that person hasn’t come yet.

…

False martial arts: strengthen yourself, break the limits of the human body, and resist bullets with flesh and blood.

Real martial arts: use the magnetic field of life to dominate the magnetic field of the stars, use the small universe of the human body to attract the power of the big universe, travel the starry sky, and smash the planet.

- Description from novelbuddy

Awakening to a post-apocalyptic world infested with zombies and mutated monsters, Alex makes a startling discovery: he possesses a system that grants him access to unlimited resources every day.【Congratulations, you've received unlimited bottled water.】【Congratulations, you've received unlimited 9mm bullets.】【Congratulations, you've received unlimited cold medicine.】...With each system notification, Alex's chances of survival soar while others struggle to stay alive.As everyone else fights for their lives, Alex finds himself living in luxury, residing in a lavish mansion where he leisurely sips red wine and savors grilled delicacies amidst the chaos of the end times...

When Arran decides to become a mage, he quickly discovers that magic can be more dangerous than he had ever imagined. Soon, he finds himself hunted for powers he never knew he had.

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.”