Dragon Ball God Mu - Chapter 703

If you just stay still, you’ll get to the middle.If you try to show off how good you are at work, the tasks will only increase.By the time I realized that the absolute rule of the military also applied to the position of the crown prince, it was already too late.

[When you cast a spell 1000 times, the damage of all skills will be permanently increased by +10000. At this time, your fireball spell is equivalent to TNT. 】

[You cast spells 300,000 times, permanently increasing the skill damage to +3 million. At this time, your fireball technique is equivalent to an atomic bomb explosion. 】

[You cast spells 80 million times, permanently increasing your skill damage by +800 million. At this time, your fireball technique is equivalent to a supernova explosion! 】

A global catastrophe is coming,

Lu Cheng returned from the apocalypse and returned to the first day of the disaster to unlock super god-level talents!

Endless Drain: Each time you cast a spell, the damage of all skills will be permanently increased by 10 points!

So, Lu Cheng silently stacked the layers and became invincible before he knew it.

The national war has begun and is besieged by the enemy’s coalition forces? It doesn’t exist. Do you understand the fireball deterrent?

A world-class BOSS with hundreds of millions of health points? I was hit by a fireball, what can I do?

God-level civilization invades and easily blows up the sun? My fireball technique is like the sun!

Until the gods joined forces to blockade and trapped Lu Cheng in the Forbidden Fire God Realm.

Lu Chengcai showed off the other 100 skills: “Who told you that I only know the fireball technique?”

- Description from novelbuddy

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.”

Chen Mo a game designer got sent to a parallel world with advance technology but undeveloped game concepts.