This Omega is Immune to All Abilities - Chapter 93

Also known as: Sky City

What exactly is love, and where does it come from? I can’t figure it out, maybe the so-called love is just a colorful butterfly, it looks beautiful, but it can never be approached, if you really want to hold her tightly in your hand, she will struggle, and then rub against each other in the struggle Lost all the colors, pale from now on.

I seem to understand a little bit why I was so cautious, because I was afraid of not touching her soul, but wiped off that beautiful color!

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A pure love story between a three-none man and a beautiful female tenant.

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Other people earn points, gain skills and attributes after transmigration, while I end up planting trees?

After dying miserably, Chaos suddenly finds himself reborn in the body of a chimera between a Vampire and a Dragon created by an insane Elder Lich who claims to be his father.

Thrown into a an universe filled with darkness, monsters, dungeons, and gods, he finds himself born as the calamity of the entire galaxy, the primordial evil, an entity that shouldn’t exist!

Packed with a cold-headed mind, a calm demeanor, and the power of both Vampires and Dragons developing within his chimeric body, Chaos will awaken his Chaos Magic, and gain Skills from the monsters that he eats, bringing forth the end of all those that dare come to take his life!

This is the tale of the Devourer of Worlds, the Living Calamity, the Primordial Evil, Chaos!

But was he all of this? Or was Chaos misunderstood?

Watch as Chaos discovers the truth about his origins, and finds a purpose in his new life, and the fate that awaits him!

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.”