Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets - Chapter 479: Cries So Much (Twenty-Second Update)

Yao Zhi died in regret due to exhaustion and transmigrated into an unrecorded kingdom in history.Waking up to find herself in a body weighing more than 200 jin, she was in despair. As she was ready to curse Heaven, she found herself bound with a system.With an auction system on hand, she embarked on the journey of pampering her rough husband and building her business.

Born naturally defective but possessed by the spirit of a divine dragon. Inheriting the divine dragon’s will and power, growing scales and magical claws, imperial waters containing the breath of the dragon, travelling through clouds and summoning rain, an invincible physical body. In this world and era, countless men dream of slaying dragons. Li Mu Yang has always lived a hard life.

This time, the soul-transferred Naruto no longer worries about his lineage and ignores those strange looks, binding himself to the 'Take It Easy System'.[Option 1: Pursue Sakura. Reward: S-Rank Ninjutsu.][Option 2: Pursue Hinata, avoid ten years of detours. Reward: Kyubi’s approval (you can use Kyubi’s Chakra at will)]Is that even a question?Naruto decisively chooses Hinata.Naruto fishes by the river, and Mizuki suddenly appears.Mizuki: “Naruto, do you want to become stronger?”[Option 1: Refuse Mizuki’s invitation and tell him to get lost. Reward: Full level Fishing Mastery.] [Option 2: Accept Mizuki’s invitation and steal the Scroll of Seals. Reward: Impure World Reincarnation (Incomplete)]Naruto: Is there even a choice?Sandaime Hokage: “Where tree leaves dance... one shall find flames... the fire's shadow will illuminate the village... and once again tree leaves shall bud anew.”Naruto: “Smooth!”

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.”