MTL - Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price - Chapter 584 Endless Fairy Bits (2 in 1)

He had once obtained a high levelled medical knowledge, martial arts and a Special Ability which allowed him to see through the other party's thoughts. With this, the Young Master Han was able to roam the society, shopping malls, medicine courts, and government officials.

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When he woke up, Rono traveled to the world of pirates.

I thought I could live happily and peacefully.

But the appearance of Tianlong people broke this situation!

Rono, watching his parents being shot to death by Tianlong people!

Under extreme anger, Rono awakened the system and vowed to kill all the Tianlong people!

From then on, a [Extremely Evil One] who specialized in hunting Tianlong people was born!

Wherever Rono went, the Tianlong people shivered!

Admiral?

Two more and I will kill all of you rubbish!

Karp: The Evil One?

He is a monster created by the Tianlong people, and one day the Tianlong people will pay for it!

Roger: 【One Piece】?

Compared with [The Evil One], it’s nothing but a cloud!

Whitebeard: [The strongest man in the world]?

No, no, Rono is the strongest!

Rocks: In terms of killing Tianlong people, Rono is the first, I am second, everyone else is garbage!

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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.”

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadows began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallow his saliva. Hunger was the best spur.