Martial Arts System - Chapter 356 - Road

One day, the majority of humanity had a collective thought.

‘I wish the world would just collapse.’

And then, that wish came true.

Ethan Millers was just an ordinary man with an ordinary job — until one unplanned act reset his karma to zero. In a universe built on balance, this was not a miracle... it was an error.Erased from the world, Ethan awakens in a place without time or space — the No-Where. With nothing but his thoughts, he spirals into madness, invention, and eventually, creation itself.He imagines powers, technologies, divine systems, and worlds beyond comprehension — until the void bends to his will.Now, known as Zane Creed, the strongest existence in the cosmos, he descends into a new world with overwhelming knowledge and unimaginable power.And what does he choose to do with it?Become a teacher.After all, what better way to reshape a world… than to teach it?

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.”

He is the heir of Di Hao Group; decisive, cold-blooded yet dotes on his wife a little too much.