MTL - Disaster For the Country · Return Journey - Chapter 5 wolf tiger (2)

Let her shout out: “Oh handsome and sweet-talking Tokyo gentleman, I must have you. You are mine!”This is the story of how a boy from Iwate Prefecture became a Tokyo gentleman.

Alternative Title: Crossover: Mangēkyo Sharingan In A Cursed World===Support and read advance chapters at: Patreon.com/Zexxxxy====When he woke up, Ryuu found himself in the body of a high school student.His school was an unusual merger—Soubu High, Toyosaki Academy, Shuchiin Academy, and Totsuki Culinary Academy had somehow combined into one.At first, he thought this was just a typical anime slice-of-life setting. That was until he met Miko Yotsuya from the class next door.From that moment, everything started going wrong.Monsters. Ghosts. Curses.The world he thought was normal was anything but. Strange and terrifying entities that had no place in daily life kept appearing.Fortunately, Ryuu possessed the Sharingan, and he soon discovered that negative energy could be absorbed as fuel for his eyes’ evolution.The more horrors he faced, the stronger he became. Step by step, he walked the path of exorcising spirits while growing into an unstoppable force.But as his strength grew, so did the number of extraordinary and beautiful girls drawn to his side…---Miko Yotsuya: “Please help me, Ryuu-san.”Mai Sakurajima: “You’re the only one who can see me.”Utaha Kasumigaoka: “Surrounded by beautiful girls… is this how you plan to revive your clan?”===================================Worlds Included: Jujutsu Kaisen, Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai, Saekano: How To Raise A Boring Girlfriend, Mieruko-chan, Oregairu & more.====All rights belong to the original authors, I am just a mere translator that's translating this because i loves the idea, the story.

Of all the characters in this story, it had to be the son of a bitch!?Thanks to the courtesy of Truck-kun, I was transmigrated into the famous yet garbage novel, [Hero's Apocalypse].The character I possessed was a third-rate extra who had the [Talent] to 'plunder' other talents. Yet, as overpowered as it might sound, the conditions to fulfill a successful plundering were extreme, making this character truly befitting a third-rate trash.But that's not what's important right now—it's the fact that this man's role in the original story was his very death, and I opened my eyes after the original body just finished killing himself.“Fuck! Why did you attempt to sexually assault the Imperial Princess?!”Feeling livid, I strongly punched the mirror in front of me, knowing that as soon as I gained a new life through mysterious means, others would inevitably come to take it because of this bastard's unforgivable sin.But I wanted to survive...Motherfucker, can I do 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.”