Global Catastrophe: I Became the World Tree - Chapter 912 - 507: The Lifesaving Item

Reborn in the school from a previous life, Qin Fan decides to take a revenge on those bullying him for years. rising from an outcast of his family.“I'm not dead? I'm still alive? Haha! HAHAHA!”“Damn! This waste of space is getting way ahead of himself!”“Shit! What kind of dream was he having?”“This is the most attention that waste Qin Fan has ever gotten, haha!”

When fifteen-year-old Ren Ryūhara's brother falls into a coma after a brutal knife attack, Ren transfers into Sakura High as a first year student to uncover the truth.There, he discovers that his older brother founded the school's most notorious gang!. Ren is this levethrust into a world of territory wars, honor codes, and brutal street fights.The charismatic but enigmatic Fujimoto Hasegawa now leads Sakuratei, and he reveals that Crimson Dragons are responsible for Kaito's condition. War is brewing, and Ren must choose either he walks away from his brother's legacy, or dives into the violence that destroyed Kaito's life.But Ren is hiding a terrifying secret. He is experiencing visions.. terrible visions, flashes of violence, blood, and a future that hasn't happened yet. With his new deadly ability to leap through time he could save or destroy everything.What would you sacrifice to save someone you love? And what if saving them meant losing yourself?

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.”

Tachikawa Shin always thought he was a decent, upright man—unfortunately, he’d been saddled with an indecent favorability system.Raise others’ affection to grow stronger?“I’d rather stay away from these witches, but this concerns my safety and physical integrity... Well, it seems I don’t have a choice,” Tachikawa Shin said righteously, with absolutely no perversion whatsoever.All hail the Rizzler!