MTL - The Omega Can’t Pretend to Be a Beta After Accidentally Witnessing the Major General’s Susceptible Period - Chapter 45 Invitation to hit the road

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!!The title of the book…Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master.The classic case of swapped at birth…Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune.From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company.“What the actual f..?”Micah stared at the book, seething with anger.He was practically a villain out of a melodrama.He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?!“Where is my knife?!”He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance!Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him?Those madmen!Those Degenerated Gongs!How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?!“I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!”Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.

What happens when a scientist from a futuristic world reincarnates in a World of Magic and Knights? An awesome MC is what happens! A scientist’s goal is to explore the secrets of the universe, and this is exactly what Leylin sets out to do when he is reincarnated. Dark, cold and calculating, he makes use of all his resources as he sets off on his adventures to meet his goal. Face? Who needs that… Hmmm… that guy seems too powerful for me to take on now… I better keep a low profile for now. You want me to help you? Sure… but what benefit can I get out of it? Nothing? Bye. Hmmm… that guy looks like he might cause me problems in the future. Should I let him off for now and let him grow into someone that can threaten me….. Nahhh. *kill*-

Alternative: Leylin is transported from an advanced technological era into a medieval world— except there’s magic. Equipped with “only” his quick wits and an A.I. chip fused to his soul, he sets out to become the most powerful magus the world has ever known. In a land divided into the Light and Dark Magi, the weak can either be cattle or disposable slaves. Only the strong can determine their lives, and only they have the luxury for virtue. Yet strength is only a tool for Leylin, like any other. His goal, in the end, is his own.

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?

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.”