The Reversal System: Only for the Elite at the Mahayana Stage - Chapter 78 – Losing one’s surname is a common occurrence

People always say to be careful for what you wish for, cause it might just come true, but have people ever warn to be careful of what you say.What Ariana do when she is rejected by her mate, right after they just complete mating. Hunter rejects Ariana even after she tells him that she is pregnant. Dejected by the rejection, she leaves and on the way is attacked by rogues.What happens next to Ariana...

The well-known and recognized throughout the Stern continent, strong and mighty, as well as the unique Wizard of magic cures, the most outstanding genius of the whole continent, Jason got into the flow of time, back in the uncivilized era during the first failed experiment, 3000 years ago. This was the period when the magic healers didn’t exist. How will Jason apply his knowledge in this backward era, wherever he reach the peak of glory?

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William watched his family get slaughtered at the dawn of the Apocalypse.A demon placed his brother’s beating heart on his lap before death claimed him.for reasons unknown to him, he woke up inside a novel with a strange yet powerful system bound to him.“For all the demons in existence, I will be their End”“or the one behind the apocalypse, I will become the apocalypse itself”----------------------PACING: Stakes will be high, pace will be on the faster side.HAREM INFO:#no Yuri and no incest, not NTR, not all women will be part of mc's harem, and the harem will not be a Pokémon collection, every Fl will be developed and will be given attention.DISCORD SERVER (ASK ME ANYTHING HERE): https://discord.gg/8M4SyARCYQ

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.”