Part Time Employee in Konoha - Chapter 9: Current Situation of the Ninja World

Oaks Lin was favored by the force of nature and was reborn in the Marvel world.

But this world is at stake…

The three avenues against fate—

Technology, mutation, magic.

So be a scientist who looks like mutants actually use magic?

“Just hit De! Just hit De!”

In the face of the army led by the Avengers, Thanos was furious:

“Why did the one who was hacked to death just now get up again!”

“Damn beasts, eat a knife from this seat!”

“Big Gugu – Flutter your wings!”

“…Turn the fire!”

Thanos turned around and slashed through Team America’s shield:

“You said you could play all day?”

This is a story about a Druid who pretends to be a scientist and survives in the Marvel world.

(Marvel Cinematic Universe MCU background)

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Completed the works “Pirates of Light Swordsman” and “Guardian of Tirisfal of Konoha”

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A million years ago, he had traversed the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, braving countless mysterious Life Prohibition Zones, in search of a way to resurrect that foolish woman, but inadvertently learned one earth-shattering secret after another. Thereafter, he went through nine cycles of reincarnation, strategizing over the world, casting his net across the heavens, with the Myriad Realms as his board! In this life, he had returned from reincarnation, his Qi engulfing mountains and rivers, “It’s time to close the net...”

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.”