Marvel: Master Of Role-Playing - Chapter 161: Kids in Gotham

Orlax Tirshtain is the villain in the global game [Unification of Empires]. The tyrannical, cold-blooded emperor is a man who slaughtered his own family with his own hands and ascended the throne with their blood—a power-obsessed madman. Despite five years having passed since the game’s release, no one has been able to defeat this lunatic. So, how the hell did I become this damned?????

In a world where all magical spells have been captured into cards, those who can build a deck have the most power.The most Arthur could ever hope for was to someday earn a trash-tier spell card. When fate grants him a legendary Master of Skills card, he's thrust into a world of opportunity and danger.To survive and grow strong, Arthur must learn skills. All the skills.

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ]My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre.As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade, a masterpiece of folded steel, dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however, they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon.Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic.Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated:“[Project God Executioner has been activated.]”“[Accept?]” the voice asked.With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise, not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.

Thiago has nothing—no money, no connections, not even shoes.Just raw talent, a dream, and a strange System only he can see.From the streets of Rio to the world stage, this is the story of a boy who plays to survive—and fights to rise.