MTL - Martial God Conqueror - Chapter 2958 : A bit old blood [large

Jack died an embarrassing death and was reborn as Tony Stark in the Marvel Multiverse. He found out that the reality he was reborn in was a mixture of The Marvel Ultimates, other Comics, and a little bit of MCU, which wasn't good news for him. Too many enemies and unknowns. No way of knowing which event will happen when. No way of knowing who is good or who is bad.Thus begins Jack/Tony's journey of survival. He will do anything to survive and achieve his goals, no matter the cost.---Before you ask> No, this isn't a part of any previous series. This is a new ff.---MC isn't a saint. He'll do anything for survival. And MC won't be OP in battle from the start. He'll struggle and learn from failures and improve, for the first part. And this is a technological advance world. Finally, DON'T COMPARE REAL LIFE TO A FANFIC AND THEN ARGUE.---[The cover picture is AI-generated.][I don't own DC or Marvel except for my own OC][Harem? >Yes.]----Support Link:-https://www.patreon.com/XcaliburXc [15-17 advance chapters]----------

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Reborn in a parallel world, he became a rookie fishing channel host.On the first day of fishing, he caught a corpse, unexpectedly solving a major case.On the second day, he caught a broken radio, miraculously receiving a broadcast from the future.On the third day, he caught a book of intrinsic skills, casually practicing it and becoming a supreme master.On the fourth day, he caught a string of ancient coins, uncovering a thousand-year-old sunken ship.......On the nth day, he caught a nuclear submarine.Fang Hao was baffled.Why couldn't he catch a fish but instead caught all sorts of strange things???The online audience was also stunned. When would he actually catch a real fish?

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.”