A Transmigrator’s Privilege - Chapter 6

David, reborn into the world of Resident Evil, accidentally killed a reincarnator and activated the system that had always been inactive within him.From that moment on, he embarked on a path of plundering beauties and wealth, traveling across different worlds of movies, games, and anime.In the Saw universe, he seduced and fucked Jigsaw's wife. In the vast Marvel Multiverse, he fucked beauties like Natasha Romanoff and the Scarlet Witch.Even the cosmic entity Phoenix Force couldn't escape his hands.Still not satisfied, he went to the DC world, where he slept with Wonder Woman, the seductive Catwoman, the Queen of the Atlantis Mera, and countless others.But even all of these were merely fleeting moments in his endless journey across the infinite cosmos.With each world, he faced constant challenges, plundered unimaginable resources, and stole away the romantic encounters and wealth that were destined for the so-called male protagonists.“Only children make choices.”“I want everything!!!”

[The 3000th Descent of Mystery is about to begin.][This is your only chance to redeem yourself.]When the whole world was in danger, Wang Teng activated a unique talent.It was the Rank SSS talent - Inequivalent Exchange!He was not purchasing things for free, but the exchange was not equivalent.[Exchange successfully. You used half a bowl of cup noodles. With your Rank SSS talent, you may retrieve an unlimited supply of cup noodles.][Exchange successfully. You used a bottle of Sad Breeze wine to exchange for the Star Shifting Method.]…From then on, Wang Teng activated a new exchange system.

Kiro is a slave branded with a deadly collar, forced to work in brutal mines under the ruthless Kargal Empire. Each year, slaves are hunted for sport in the deadly Hunting Games—a fight to the death on a savage alien moon. This year, Kiro is chosen to play. Sent into a wilderness filled with monsters and traps, survival seems impossible. But something ancient watches from the shadows—and it has plans for 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.”