Dimensional Merchant: Starting With 100 Stat Points - Chapter 35: Mirror Step

[Note: Male lead – Yu Luobai]The story begins with an attempt at su*cide. The newly revived female supporting role is confused. After barely surviving, she discovers that she has been transported into the role of a disposable female celebrity burdened by scandal and debt.In order to repay her debts, she decides to live frugally while relying on her status to improve her fortunes. She befriends the female lead hoping to benefit from her luck.One day, she suddenly realizes that the famous celebrity has been getting unusually close.

Chiyuki Hoshino, a beautiful otaku girl, traveled to the world of Yu-Gi-Oh! with her Fate/Grand Order Heroic Spirit deck.“Blue-Eyes White Dragon!”“Activate the effect of Arash! Stella!”“My most loyal servant, the Dark Magician!”“Activate the effect of Arash! Stella!”“I…”“Activate the effect of Arash! Stella!!!”Amid the ruins and countless corpses (thanks to Arash), Chiyuki wiped her forehead and smiled brightly. “Playing cards is so damn interesting.”For those interested in reading this fanfic, please note that I am not the original author. I have only translated and edited it to make it as readable as possible.

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.”