I Am Also An Extraordinary Creature - Chapter 2010 - 1355: This Is Only the Beginning

“Look at you, you were this teeny-weeny when you were little.”Using both hands, Shao Zifeng gestures how small his pet beast used to be. He then raises his head and looks at the gigantic being in front of him.“Just how did you grow into this ferocious form?”

Raydon stared dazedly at the holographic texts floating in front of his eyes.“How did I end up in such an event?”[Planet]: B7890-D4850[Race]: Human[Name]: Raydon Demugen[Title]: N/A[HP]: N/A[MP]: N/A[Strength]: N/A[Agility]: N/A[Stamina]: N/A[Luck]: N/A[Charisma]: N/A[Spirit]: N/A[Magic Equipment(s)]: N/A[Body enchantment(s)]: N/A[Dimensional Storage]: N/A[Time until awakening: 00:16:30]***In a world with advanced technology and full-dive VR games, Raydon is the only person who has earned the “God” title thanks to his accomplishments and talent in games.But, due to some unexpected events, he lost his life and awoke in a different world.In this world, which appears to be similar to his own, he discovered that there are awakened people known as Item Holders.He soon became an item holder himself and started taking part in matches against other worlds to level up and get items with different skills.Using the abilities and knowledge that had given him the “God” title in his previous life, he started to make strides toward becoming a true God in this world.

“Be better”

Peter was cursed by those words, the very last words of his dying mother.

Cursed to be better. To be above the small squabbles... And so, the last five years of his childhood, he spent as a target of bullying, both in school and in his adoptive, step-family.

But it all changed, when a portal to another world appeared in the middle of his shed!

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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.”