The Villain Professor's Second Chance - Chapter 425: It’s Just a... Dream...?

I didn’t know this was a world inside a game. And I didn’t know my master was a mid-boss. “No way… wasn’t she supposed to self-destruct because of her personality?!” …I’m sorry.

One day, countless natural wormholes tore open across the Blue Star Continent, revealing gateways to countless worlds. With this discovery, humanity was thrust into an era of interdimensional conquest, waging war across realms to seize power and resources.Su Xiuyu, a seemingly ordinary high school student from Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School, lived a mundane life—until his third year, when everything changed. Awakening the mysterious **Reincarnation System**, he regained memories of a past life and the truth of his existence. He wasn’t just another student—he was a traveler, a reincarnator destined to walk the path between worlds.His journey began in the brutal Warring States Period of the Naruto world, where blood and war shaped legends. But that was only the beginning. With each reincarnation, he would step into new universes, face gods and monsters, and carve his name across the multiverse.From the shadows of history to the frontlines of cosmic battlefields, Su Xiuyu would rise, one world at a time.

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.”

“Dear, it's time for your medicine!”The beautiful and pure Holy Daughter brought over the medicine for treating his wounds.On this day, he saw betrayal with his own eyes and experienced despair with his soul...From this day forth, the Hero was dead, send paper offerings if you must!