Dear Mr. Shi - Chapter 69 - . Marriage if you want to get married then do it

In a tyrannical world, what is evil? What is benevolence? All living creatures are brutal. Passing through the heaven road to find one’s purpose in life. Struggles to be stronger is not an easy path. The whole journey thistles and thorns, one blade chops open a path, I alone will be supreme!

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Traveling through the world of One Piece, Ron, who became Kuina’s fiancé, awakened the god-level theft system.

In order to become stronger and change the fate of Kuina’s death, and to survive in this dangerous era of great pirates, Ron started to steal Sauron’s top kendo talent.

And that’s just the beginning.

In order to become stronger, Ron embarked on a journey to steal the talents of the world’s strongest.

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for stealing Karp’s physical talent!”

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for stealing Nika’s talent!”

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for stealing Shanks’ domineering talent!”

“Ding! Congratulations to the host…”

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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.”

Ruins stretched across the landscape in the apocalypse after the nuclear war.