God of Slaughter - Chapter 45: The Change

Two years ago, Austin was just a nerd earning a meager salary in a concrete jungle, enjoying reading novels and idling his days away, until one day, he woke up in a cold, dark place. After struggling to break through a white wall, he discovered, to his astonishment, he had transformed into a creature.A Blue Young Dragon.Now, he is stronger and claims a small territory, but he still needs time to grow.And some kobolds have strayed into his territory in their flight.“Mom, will we live here forever?”“Hmm, Nina?”“Mom, I like it here. Let's live here with the Dragon from now on, okay?”

This Dark story contains raw and unfiltered mature contents. Strictly R18+. Read with caution.Ella had lost everything. After her mother’s accident, her father married someone else and pushed her aside, choosing his new family over her. Her friends slowly left, and she was left to deal with everything alone. She spent all her money to keep her mother on life support. Now, she was broke, exhausted, and barely holding on.Then Nicholas showed up.He was a stranger—handsome, confident, and calm. But what shocked her most was the marriage certificate he brought. According to him, they got married in Vegas. The problem? Ella doesn’t remember it at all.She already has too much to deal with—her sick mom, the hospital bills, and her fiancé, who has been her only support. She can’t afford to lose him now.But Nicholas won’t go away. He says he’s her husband, and he wants her to come with him. Ella feels drawn to him in a way she can’t explain. He sees through her like no one else does.She knows she should walk away. She knows she should stay with the safe life she’s trying to hold on to. But something about Nicholas pulls her in—and she’s scared he might break her in the end.TW: DOMESTIC ABUSE, MENTAL HEALTH SCENES, ROUGH SEXUAL ACTS.

# VR # MMORPG #LOGINBEFOREHAND # STONEAGE

Human Origin: Tribe was a virtual reality MMORPG. The player would start from the stone age, build tribes, and slowly develop their culture.

It had attracted countless players of all ages on the day the game was launched and it quickly became the most popular game ever.

However, no one knew that the game was actually created by aliens using a high-dimension technology called the Knowledge Child. Just a year after the game was launched, it started to devour reality.

Chen Ran was a high-level player and was regressed back to the day before the launch. He was able to enter the game earlier than others.

[SSS-grade Unit: Stainless Giant.]

[Effect: Build 10000x faster and gives all the buildings a 10000x boost.]

[SSS-grade Land: Elf’s Forest.]

[Effect: Farming speed and production rate increased by 10000x.]

[SSS-grade Wonder: Light of Civilization.]

[Effect: 10000x increase for the land to philosophers, literateurs, scientists and other professionals that would lead the growth of a civilization.]

He took all of those things before others could even learn of them.

A year later, the game was finally officially launched.

When the players logged into the game, they were dumbfounded by what they saw.

“Are you sure this is the stone age?”

Another year later, the aliens were about to invade Earth, thinking that the human civilization had collapsed.

However, Chen Ran stood on top of one of the 10 thousand Star Destroyer Canon and yelled, “Don’t look down on us humans!”

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.”