Love Rival Romance System - Chapter 36 - Punishment

Sealed Kaguya;Mikoto on her wedding night;Kushina during the Nine-Tails' Rampage;Kidnapped Konan...Uchiha Kage, who crawled out of the pile of dead bodies from the night of the clan massacre, discovers that every night he can enter a mysterious space.The space not only contains real female ninjas, but also real instances that update from time to time.Furthermore, by absorbing the dropped ninja fragments, he will also gain the abilities of the corresponding ninja.Crap, it's like I've started playing in the real Naruto world!You say I'm inherently evil?That's right, from now on, I am the most evil Uchiha!I'm going to make Konoha... No, I'm going to turn the entire ninja world into a paradise that belongs to only me!——Sasuke: I treated you like a younger brother, but it turns out you're my dad?Naruto: Awesome, Sasuke! Turns out we're actually blood brothers!

Shen Yu's world is facing the apocalypse. With the help of his Gray Mist Space, he could do good things such as saving lives to gain more gray mist and use it to do everything he wants to do. And what's more, no one but him can survive in the Space. However, this time, two figures walk out of the Space, and when they spin around, Shen Yu is shocked, because the two figures are all him from different worlds.“Your world is facing an apocalypse too?”“Indeed.”

In 2036, humankind steps foot on Mars for the first time.

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.”