Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping - Chapter 2502: God! Mary Sue world (Part 44)

Mianmian felt that the last 20 years of her life was a big tragedy. Her father didn’t love her and her stepmother only pretended to treat her well. She only wanted to work and study hard so that she could leave the house after saving enough money, but ended up being harmed by her so-called family. However, Su Mianmian never thought that the seemingly dark and bottomless abyss was actually her starlight of salvation.

One of the four greatest braggarts in the web novel circle, Zhang Xuan, has entered the 【Source World】, a higher dimensional plane even above the Empyrean. With the complete version of the Library of Heaven’s Path that encompasses the capacities of the 【Heavens’ Imperfections】, 【Heavens’ Order】, and 【Heavens’ Nature】, he embarks on an adventure — showcasing his might — across the world! Searching for Fate, Resigning Oneself to Fate, Knowing One’s Fate, Commanding Fate... While all of you are still cultivating your fate, seeking fate, or borrowing fate, I, Zhang Xuan, already possess the ’Eternal Fate of the Heavens’!

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.”