MTL - Napoleon II Reborn - Chapter 466 last game

This is the era where people prioritize science and Martial Dao. After the great disaster, the human race discovered the Ancient Zenith civilization. They entered the Age of Great Cultivation and began their journey to colonize the Kunlun Realm!

Traveling through the big world that covers the sky, awakening the sign-in system, and rejecting the rich woman’s pursuit at the beginning! Sign in to get a pair of pupils!

Sign in at Daleiyin Temple and get a five-star reward Emperor Seal!

Sign in in the Bronze Immortal Hall and get a seven-star reward for inextinguishable profound art!

Sign in on God and get a ten-star reward Fortune Jade Plate!

The ancient warriors, step on the restricted area, control life and death, and control reincarnation!

The heavens and the world, the rolling red dust, have left his footprints!

The legend of Emperor Xuantian began when the Nine Dragons pulled a coffin on Mount Tai!

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Zixu woke up to find himself in the world of *Naruto*.Too weak to survive? No problem—he has the Kaido template.Unfamiliar with the *Naruto* world and clueless about ninjutsu? No worries—devouring Sarutobi Hiruzen's soul will take care of that.Caught in the constant battles between ninja villages and struggling to protect himself? Simple—just start his own teaching faction.Lacking manpower? Short on talent? Easy—swing the hoe well, and no corner is too deep to dig.

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.”