MTL - Cultivation Chat Group - Chapter 158 In fact, the whole group is my trumpet!

After midnight, you’re not allowed to enter the bathroom.

At exactly 2 am, there was a knock on the door.

A woman with disheveled hair and a bony figure always had her back turned to me.

Encountering strange events? Luckily, I can rewind!

This is a story of a reborn individual who navigates a world invaded by strangeness, carefully taking

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[ Warning: Mature content R-18 ]______________________________Ryan loses his sister in accident, however due to supernatural circumstances he wakes up in an Parallel World before the death of his sister.But before meeting his sister the Zombie Outbreak broke all over the world...After killing 10 zombies, Ryan activated the Apocalypse Overlord System. Doesn't this force him to conquer the world and start his own ideal country?So, Ryan conquered all the way, starting from A City, and embarked on the path of a Apocalypse overlord.Want to survive? Call me master first. No matter you are a high-ranking official, a celebrity singer, a policewoman, or a socialite, you are just under the rule of Ryan. If you want to survive, just be a good girl...______________________________[Things to be noted]1. From the title, you should've guessed it already but let me tell you the story will be filled with many sexual adventures. So... you are welcome to enjoy them.....2. However... don't expect MC to have sexual relations with every woman he meets.Important Note: If you enjoy the story then don't forget tovote your GTs, Power stones and also if you can, send some GIFTS too. This poor soul would appreciate it.Happy reading~________________

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 will people understand.... I'm only half insane?"