Multiverse: Library - Chapter 19 - 67: Blood in the Night Sky

Kawaki, who was born in the dragon vein of a planet (Altana), first met Umibozu who was traveling in the universe, and his girlfriend, Kouka.Later, he came to Earth by accident and met the teacher who affected his life —Yoshida Shouyou.He also met a group of friends. The most conspicuous among the group of friends is a fool with silver hair and naturally curly hair, a short man with purple hair, and a little devil whose catchphrase is “Not Zura, it's Katsura!”Gintama Doujin, not transmigration.

#Sweetnormal kids#Sweet fast-paced novel with little misunderstandings.Her life was lost to a man she thought would love and free her from all the miseries she went through.She was a groomed assassin from a young age and a total orphan without a family; after loving and completing missions for this man, she loses her life to the same man who takes her life away, depriving her of any chance to be alive!But miraculously, her soul gets transmigrated to another girl of the same world as her.But this time, she gets a perfect man as her husband.She gets to be a mother of three beautiful babies who were triplets!Author: What do you think about this life? It's a second chance, Tang Fei...Tang Fei; “It's my first time being a mom, but I will learn. After all, I was infertile in my previous life, so this is a bonus!”Author; What about the man?“It's okay, I can learn how to be a good wife; after all, it's my first time to be married and be a wife; nothing is difficult, so long as he loves and pampers me! And probably cry below his arms, who knows!”Author; What about my past life?“Of course, that man has to call me Sixth Auntie, and I will be an elder to him; how hilarious, right? But I still will avenge my past life, they don't deserve to live a good life through my sweat!”

Chained by slavery and yet craving freedom, such is the fate of Alpheo , a modern historian forced to live under the grip of slavery in a land where chaos would soon erupt.

As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor , his three ambitious sons vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it, selling their swords to the highest bidder .

But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters.

In the north, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old tradition of pillaging and piratery, denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath itself.

In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires.

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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.”