MTL - The 21st Century of the Gangsters Everywhere - ~ The first battle of the twenty-nine desert

The live show, Survive in Wilderness was a hit.

There were thousands of participants in the game show. They would all start by parachuting from a plane and land randomly in a primary forest.

The participants would have to rely only on a backpack, a water bottle, and a dagger to survive.

Yu Beier was only eight years old when he joined the game show so that he could buy the cure for his ill mother with the prize money. He was the youngest to have ever participated, and he had accidentally woken up a wilderness survival system.

[Ding! You have received the Wilderness Survival 101 Pack!]

[Ding! You have received Max-leveled Hunting Skill!]

[Ding! You have received Max-leveled Building Skill!]

[Ding! You have received Max-leveled Swing Skill!]

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When the show started, the viewers were utterly shocked. From climbing the tallest mountain to crossing the ocean, conquering the forest and swamp, and managing an island, there was nothing that Yu Beier could not do.

“Dude! That eight-year-old boy is living a much more interesting life than us!”

“Yu Beier is the apex among men!”

“Whenever I see his stream, it feels like I’ve just lived an extra life!”

At his best friend’s memorial service, Bai Yan almost burst out laughing and got beaten to death.

Along the way, Bai Yan’s fits of laughter turned into ones of anger. His joy quickly turned to sorrow as he met his punishment that night.

He curiously opened the app that he had never seen before on his phone and was suddenly pulled into a terrifying world of reincarnation…

An infinite stream of horror flowed into his mind, ominous descriptions, breakthroughs, and storylines.

The main character should not be taken lightly. Be careful if you dare!

People got a planet in the beginning and what to do with it was up to them.Wang Yi, a young man in the 21st century, coincidentally transmigrated into a world where everyone had the opportunity to awaken a planet.The larger the diameter of the planet, the more advanced the energy transformed, and the more powerful the civilization created.Some people obtained the planet's energy as “ Martial True Qi” and used the creation sandbox to create a martial civilization, and the people on the planet were all martial artists.Some people get the planet's energy as “Immortal True Energy” and use the creation sandbox to create an immortal civilization, and the people on the planet were all cultivators!Some people obtained the energy of the planet as “Fighting Qi”, and used the creation sandbox to create the civilization of Fighting Qi, and people on the planet are all fighters!Some people obtained the energy of the planet as “Soul Power”, and used the creation sandbox to create the Soul Path Civilization, and the people on the planet were all Soul Masters!...Everyone was struggling to evolve a magical civilization system.Wang Yi, however, used his past life memories to start evolving an “Primordial” civilization!“Your world-extinguishing laser cannon is powerful, but I have the son of the Great Dao, Pan Gu! One axe will reduce your world to naught!”“Your thousands of angels are powerful, but I have three thousand Chaos Demon Gods to beat you in a minute!”“Your army of darkness is awesome, but I have the Buddha's Paramount Sage, who will defeat you in a minute!”“...”This was a story of how the Primordial civilization crushed various transcendent civilizations.

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.”