Cultivation: The Heaven's Fated Useless Genius - Chapter 25 – Beneath the brocade, Iron Blood is ruthless

Crossing to the Naruto World, Uchiha Tonan obtained the ‘Legacy Inheritance System’. As long as the people who acknowledged him died, he could inherit all abilities of the deceased.

Therefore…

“Konoha’s higher-ups mistreated the Uchihas. So, I’ve decided to lead the clan to launch a coup d’état after three years.”

“Ding! Gained Uchiha clan’s acknowledgment.”

Two years later.

“Tonan, this is the evidence of the Uchiha clan’s betrayal. When all is said and done, it’s your clan. So, I want to hear your opinion.”

“I’ll always stand on the village’s side.”

On that fateful night, Tonan stood on the Hokage Rock, coldly watching the Uchihas’ annihilation.

He spread his hands, being grateful to his clansmen’s gifts.

The next day.

“Lord Hokage, I shed blood for Konoha and became the village’s sword. And this was how you treated the meritorious clan.”

“Tonan, didn’t you agree to it!?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. The fury of clan extermination is irreconcilable. Today, I will destroy the Sarutobi and Shimura clans to appease my clan members’ souls in heaven.”

A high-leveled hunter often puts on a disguise to lower the prey’s guard.

Half a year ago, after a generation of days, the national goddess was revealed to be pregnant, which caused an uproar in public opinion, and everyone was guessing who the father of the child was.

Half a year later, she appeared in front of Ye Mo with a pair of twins.

Ye Mo, who knew nothing, became the father of a pair of national babies and awakened the system.

“Accompany the baby for an hour, reward a building!”

“Make your baby happy and gain master carving skills!”

In this way, Ye Mo has gone further and further on the road to becoming a national dad and a super hero.

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It was the year 2040. Chen Feng woke up and the world became a massive virtual reality game. A time rip had occurred in North America, Europe, Asia, and throughout the world. Monsters streamed through the rip.

The time of the awakening was here and everyone had to go through ten random draws at the beginning.

Chen Feng, who had been rebirthed into the game was very lucky and started the game with ten SSS-class talents.

[Lucky Halo] The Goddess of Luck will watch over you.

[Elemental Compatability] Compatible with all elements in the system. He can learn any skill of any element.

[Treasure Sensing] He can clearly locate where the treasures are and their grades.

[Super Tamer] He has no limit as to the number and grade of beasts he can tame.

[Super Synthesizer] He can synthesize all skills, objects, and living things.

[Power Trove] There is no limit to his attack range and his attack speed increased by 100 times. [Topsy Turvey] He can turn negative effects into positive effects and save those forever.

[Talent Stealer] Your talent is great, and it is now mine. He can kill his opponents to get their talents.

[Passive Increase] Stop using active skills during a designated period and his passive skills will increase a hundredfold.

[God of Tricks] God said, let there be light, and there was light. The skills you create will become real as long as enough people believe in it.

The people were awakened on the day of the game and Chen Feng became a god-like existence.

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.”