Only Wisdom Awakened - Chapter 43: Mage’s gambit

“If fate wants me to suffer, it should have picked someone else!” —Raven.Raven wakes up as the protagonist of his favorite novel. He knows the brutal storyline that makes grown men weep.The original protagonist endured it all, but Raven has no plans to play along.He has a system, but that broken thing has everything locked.He has knowledge of the plot, but no clue what twists the author hid beyond what he read.He has a choice to suffer like before or rewrite everything.The tragic twists? Fuck themThe heartbreaking losses? Skip themPointless sacrifices? Save themNo more misery for the sake of character growth.This time, he is writing his own legend and a story worth remembering!

My past life: Ordinary. Mediocre.

What I want in this life: Riches. Power. Influence.

My goal: To be a prodigal son. A waste youth with riches and power. Maybe even sidekicks.

My name is Ye Lang, I’m an alchemist, and I’m also here to squander as much money as I can.

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Lin Bei re-entered the [Second World] and awakened his SSS-level talent-infinite BUFF!

[Infinite BUFF: SSS level, all buffs to players, the duration is adjusted to infinite! 】

From then on, Lin Bei embarked on the road of conferring gods!

Use the recovery potion to permanently restore 100 points of life per second!

Use the skill Earth Escape to get permanent Escape effect!

Use stealth to get permanent stealth!

Use a scroll of speed to permanently increase movement speed by 25%!

Use Berserk, crit rate +30%, crit damage +100%, duration is permanent!

“Haha, talent is in hand, I have it in the world!”

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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.”