MTL - A Seductive Gentleman - Chapter 4 Lost Gentleman (3)

Nanaya traveled to the Naruto world and survived the Uchiha genocide incident.As long as he sleeps, he can become stronger and invincible.After accumulating 60,000 hours of sleep, Nanaya opened the Sharingan and activated the ability of the Ice Fruit.Itachi: I didn't find his existence on the night of the extermination. Who is it?Sasuke: Nanaya, my Amaterasu's black flames can burn all visible objects, otherwise they won't go out.Next second!“What, Nanaya, you guy, actually froze my black flames.”Pain: That guy just slept for a second in the gap between Shinra Tensei, and the power to wake up is above me.Madara: I can't dance in front of that man.Kaguya Otsutsuki: My world of ice can't even live up to that sentence, ahhhhh!Uchiha Nanaya, with a pair of Mangekyo Sharingan, changes the past and reverses the future.

What the hell? That menace who bullied me since I was six years old, actually became a pretty girl after three years of living apart? And she even ran to our agreed duel location to confess to me, hoping that I can become her boyfriend?!

Anna Jones, an Australian travelled with her fiancé Lu Jinhu to marry in his home country, only to find out that she has been duped by him and robbed of everything that she owns. A quirk of fate allows her to marry CEO Hou Yi, who was meant to on the same day marry his finance Yang Lin, who in fact married Lu Jinhu. Marriage for Anna, started as a plan to gain some measure of revenge on Lu Jinhu, and for Hou Yi to prevent Lu Jinhu from obtaining the family company however fate had something different in store for them. Not only did they achieve their initially goals, but their relationship turned into something else, that could last a lifetime despite the cultural differences and the trouble Lu Jinhu and Yang Lin caused them.

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.”