World Traveler Villain - Chapter 191: CH: 189 Transformers Quadruple State

Dancing on the point of a knife, as a dancer in the dark, his dance steps makes the enemy tremble.

As a man who is followed by the goddess of fortune, he has been reborn with two years of experience in the game, numerous raid experience, hidden task guide and the best equipment references. The things he once lost, what he didn’t hold and those that had been taken, he is going to get them back.

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Embarking on a journey through a mysterious realm filled with boundless dangers and boundless opportunities, Qin Ze, an ordinary soul, is imbued with an extraordinary system that promises unparalleled power and growth. With each challenge overcome, be it fierce battles against demonic beasts or treacherous schemes woven by cunning foes, Qin Ze's strength soars to new heights. This is a tale of relentless progression, where the protagonist's will to survive and thrive fuels his relentless pursuit of becoming the strongest entity in existence. As Qin Ze delves deeper into the secrets of this vast universe, he uncovers ancient legacies, forms powerful alliances, and faces off against the titans that once ruled the land. But amidst the chaos and bloodshed, he never forgets his roots and the promise he made to protect those he cares about. “Unrivaled Ascension” is a thrilling adventure of self-discovery, boundless potential, and the ultimate triumph of perseverance over adversity.

An unknown parcel arrives to Yoshio, a 30-years old NEET. The content is a game disk titled “The Village of Fate.” A beautiful CG game with real-life images gets started.

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.”