Overlord of Blood and Iron - Chapter 312: The Ragnark begins! (3)

Wake up to Marvel and become a latitude demon between existence and non-existence. In order to disrupt the real dimension, the nihilistic demon summoned players from the unknown dimension!

In New York City, [Black Hand Wallon] re-enacts the shocking heist, this time targeting the playboys of Stark Industries!

Hell’s Kitchen has opened a new home [Xinhei Dingjiu], and at the same time [Dark Cooking World] is trying to control the world with taste!

Jinbian ushered in a new enemy, and the Italian “evil” party named [New Pengliel Family] is expanding step by step!

[Miko Kikyo] living on the street met the fearless people of Hell’s Kitchen. While investigating the lost shadow case, what kind of sparks could they create!

- Description from novelbuddy

In the early morning of September 23, 2019, a natural disaster arrived. The Dao of Heaven and Earth has changed, the desire of all souls have completely filled up the Heavens.

The Dao of Heaven can no longer bear it. Evil thoughts, good thoughts, obsessions, and desires entangled endlessly, making the Heavens reach its limit, this shift caused an extreme change in the world, making fantasy come to reality.

All worlds fused together, and all things compete for freedom in this cruel new world. This is the beginning of a new era, one filled with destruction and rebirth. This era is called the Eternal Era.

- Description from Novelupdates

As Wanzhu Corporation’s number one assistant, Lin Hui was, without a doubt, an incredibly outstanding individual.

The CEO trusted him. The employees relied on him. Their business partners appreciated him.

Lin Hui’s career was like a duck to water. However, he had been secretly in love with his boss for several years.

Just as he thought his life would continue like this forever, he and his boss accidentally…

Within Wanzhu, no one could say no to Assistant Lin. Not even the CEO.

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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.”