I Cultivated Too Long and Got Isekai'd Into a Game - Chapter 71: Trauma Factory

Introduction to One Piece’s Bounty System: Tianlei crossed the One Piece World and become the nephew of the Navy Admiral ‘Sakazuki, ‘Akainu’, Tian Lei thought it was very outrageous until he found himself having a [bounty system] that can be exchanged for everything in the world of One Piece. As long as you kill or capture pirates, you can draw a Skills, weapons, and devil fruits. Such as ‘Navy Six-style’ ‘Overlord color Haki (Busoshoku Haki)’ ‘sense color Haki (Kenbunshoku Haki) ”armed color Haki’ ‘devil fruit’ ‘sword skills’ have everything!

- Description from Novelupdates

Your prospects in life are determined by the elemental affinity for magic and streaks of the elements you possess.Logan Kress, a young boy who lost his parents to a plague, loses his elemental streak and affinity but gains something far more potent and potentially lethal in exchange.With his hair now pure white, he can wield magic like never before seen, opening a lot of opportunities for him but inciting the fury of beings infinitely more powerful than him.Read his journey for revenge as he hunts down those responsible for the plague, making allies and creating dangerous enemies along the way.

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.”

The summer I was 17. A painting I created was sold. For 1.4 billion won.