The Mighty Dragons Are Dead - Chapter 1089 - 1086 Punishment Order

We’ve come to a world where the roles of men and women have been reversed. So, of course, women will rush to us. “You don’t have to bring water.” “Oh, okay…” …I guess I’ll just have to live the way I always have.

Wang Bin unexpectedly gained the ability to travel between the post-apocalyptic world and the real world. In the apocalypse, he organized a powerful team and continuously transported gold back to the real world.Using the gold from the apocalypse, Wang Bin built a commercial empire in the real world, eventually becoming the wealthiest person on Earth. His every word and action could influence the rise and fall of entire nations.At the same time, his development in the apocalypse was equally impressive.Through countless brutal battles, he ultimately established the largest and safest settlement in the dying apocalyptic world, making an extraordinary contribution to the survival of humanity.

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.

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.”