My Slayer System: Rise to Supremacy - Chapter 383: It’s time!

Seojin transmigrated into the novel named ‘777: The Crowned Sovereign’ as Seven, a side character.Here, he was the seventh child of the seventh archduke of the seventh kingdom of the seventh continent.On Earth, he was raised by his seventh stepfather and the child of the seventh ex-wife of the seventh mayor. He even had his seventh maid quit the job.He was also the seventh reader of the novel he transmigrated into.[Welcome, Seventh Reader! Your loyalty has been awarded.]With this many sevens, will he curse it as an unlucky number or… praise it seventy seven times?…Note: The author is a complete newbie and this is the seventh draft. Please don't expect this as such a grand story.Thanks. Merci. Danke. Bedankt. Terima kasih. Gracias. Salamat.Congrats! You just learned how to say ‘thanks’ in seven languages! ;P

Reidar's seemingly ordinary trip to visit his parents spirals into a chilling nightmare as reality itself begins to unravel. After losing consciousness, he awakens to a horrifying revelation: he is not alone. Monsters lurk in the shadows, and the world he once knew has transformed into a realm of terror.But the strangeness doesn't end there. An alien force has implanted a mysterious system within his mind, granting him access to unimaginable power and knowledge. Through this newfound connection, Reidar discovers that the world has met its catastrophic end—the apocalypse has arrived, and with it, he has acquired extraordinary powers that defy comprehension.Join Reidar on his thrilling quest for dominance as he harnesses his abilities to amass an unstoppable army of beasts, valiant knights, and relentless undead. Follow his rise to power as he becomes a force of nature, feared by all, including those who gave him the very powers he now wields.

Earth has changed and with it so has humanity.Follow Miwen as he makes use of his Gift, Gacha Kingdom Building.

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.”