MTL - Ultimate Assassin System - v3 Chapter 1002 People die more than people

When a female general living in a world where women are superior to men falls into a world where women are superior to women:
Seeing the woman who was clinging to the man’s thigh and begging for mercy, the female general frowned, what a shame for a woman!
Sweeping to a woman wearing tulle standing at the gate, scratching her head and making poses to the men passing by, the female general’s face turned black, what a shame for a woman!
But when she glanced at the little woman with a gentle face who was sewing clothes for herself with a needle and thread, the female general roared in her heart, she wanted this woman!
The female general hid aside with glowing eyes and peeked at her sweetheart bathing. She is a practical person and only believes in day/long/birth/love!
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Kiro is a slave branded with a deadly collar, forced to work in brutal mines under the ruthless Kargal Empire. Each year, slaves are hunted for sport in the deadly Hunting Games—a fight to the death on a savage alien moon. This year, Kiro is chosen to play. Sent into a wilderness filled with monsters and traps, survival seems impossible. But something ancient watches from the shadows—and it has plans for him.

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.”

“Why don’t they think about training to grow stronger during a time when just breathing makes you stronger?”After possessing someone, he decided to silently train to become a great mage.“Did it appear?”[You have acquired the All-Attribute Body (Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Wood, Electricity, Light, Darkness).][You have acquired the highest-grade elixir, Dragon’s Essence (SSS).]……Let’s take a slightly different path to growth from others.