Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 171: Nephis Elfborn and Katy Valdor

On a dark and windy night, he picked up a beautiful, charming, sexy and enchanting beauty, and his life was filled with ups and downs...

Joshua woke up in the middle of a battlefield one day only to discover that he has been transmigrated into a popular MMORPG, Continental War. Discovering that he has not only been displaced in space but also in time, Joshua realizes he has knowledge of the events unfolding around the world as he had played through them as game events. Read on to discover how Joshua forges his path towards becoming a legendary warrior!

To this day, Associate Professor Li is still somewhat puzzled.Why has the Immortal Cultivation Realm changed so much in just a hundred years?Looking at the new Sword Sect elective textbook on the table, Li became more silent.[Chapter 1, Introduction to Sword Control Theory][Chapter 2, Maintenance and Care of Qinghe Series Thousand Machines Cruiser][Chapter 3, Postpartum Care of Sword-Toothed Beasts]......Closing the textbook, Li gave up thinking.But just as he was gathering his teaching materials to go to class, a brick-thick book was thrown in through the window.'You Let Me Enter the Sword Sect'Looking at this broken book, Associate Professor Li Guanqi recalled the afternoon he brought Zhang Ze into the Sword Sect.

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.”