The World Online - Chapter 1345 - The show in Europe

Monkey D. Luffy: “I am the man who wants to become the Pirate King!”

Xie Wen: “You were beaten by my cat.”

Roronoa Zoro: “I want to become the world’s greatest swordsman!”

Xie Wen: “You were chopped by my cat.”

Porusalino: “Speed ​​is power. Have you ever been kicked by light?”

Xie Wen: “You were kicked by my cat.”

This is the story of a time-traveler who has activated the small dungeon, and leads a group of Elu cats who have activated the sky-defying dungeon to travel (xing) in the mountains (feng) and play (zuo) in the water (lang) in the pirate world.

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Suo Fei, a veteran NEET has spent three days and three nights strategizing his way through the highly explicit H danmei game masterpiece “Yalance”. Furthermore, he was able to capture all nine little shous from the nine great races. However, as the final, 10P feast was approaching, he unexpectedly transmigrated. He transmigrated into the real country of Yalance…

The notorious firearms crime lord Chen Zhang An a.k.a Old Fox was placed under house arrest by the very successor he groomed.

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.”