Eternal Freedom's Ascension - Chapter 99: Bottom Arachnids

The day I saw Caleb’s interview on the ‘Celebrity Hot Gist’ talk show, our five-year relationship came to a humiliating end.***Hi, my name is Naya Rivers.Struggling actress. Betrayed fiancée and recently turned amateur assassin to save my dying mother.Now I’m posing as a replacement actress, sent to ruin the cold, ruthless Apex Entertainment President, Hansel Ward.Instead, I ruined myself and collapsed in his arms, only to wake up three days later as a prisoner in his penthouse.Turns out Hansel Ward isn’t just a billionaire. He’s a werewolf with a monster buried deep inside him.Now I'm trapped in his world—a hidden society of werewolf dynasties, vampire enemies, and ancient bloodlines. I'm bait in his game to smoke out whoever's trying to kill him.But here's what nobody knows: I'm immune to werewolf mind control. I'm the weapon vampires have been hunting for centuries. I'm the one thing that can destroy the most powerful werewolf dynasty in existence.Hansel Ward thought he was using me, joke’s on him, I’m the most dangerous thing that’s ever walked into his life.And this fake relationship? It's about to become the most real thing either of us has ever known.This is my story.My downfall.And now, my rise.It is now my turn to take revenge, and I won’t stop until I put everyone who has ever hurt me in the misery I am currently wallowing in.So yeah…Good luck to me.

Kyle broke free.He finally punched that guy in the face!But yeah, in return, he and his cronies would beat Kyle to death. Kind of a bad deal, but screw them anyway!He didn't regret punching this guy even once!However, just when Kyle was getting his face pushed in, a powerful Magic Lady intervened and offered him a job. Bit of a weird time to recruit someone, but sure.What was his job?He had to go to a different world and become its Overseer, whatever that meant. This entire deal seemed a bit shady.A world where one person can fight thousands of people.A world where gigantic beasts shattered mountains.Sadly, Kyle was just some random guy. He couldn't shatter mountains. Hell, he could barely fight a single guy.Well, that just meant he had to grow more powerful.And during Kyle's stay in that world, he would realize that he really liked the feeling of breaking stuff with his big hammer.Join Kyle on his journey to become the Strongest Hammer God.

June 15 of the year 2010, the third awakening happened. Several smaller worlds had returned to connect with the main world as living beings of different races started to appear and some people managed to connect with the origin and gain control of various powers: control of fire, of water, of wind, of air, and of earth... In the midst of all these confusions, towers that gave unimaginable powers began to appear in all corners of the world, where those who already had powers could upgrade and become more powerful or even those who did not have powers could receive powers through tests of the tower. And because of these towers, conflicts started to happen in all corners of the world by those wanting to monopolize these towers.

Luan Dimas was betrayed by one of the people he trusted most. However, in his final moments before being killed, he was transported back to four months before the third awakening that started the apocalypse on earth. Being a man who lived for a thousand years and had accumulated several techniques, he now had a new chance to correct some of his early mistakes. Luan decided to make the most of this new chance that the heavens had given to 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.”