Refining the Dao into Godhood: A Tale of the Jie Sect - Chapter 259 - 245 [The Return of the Purple Qi, Refining the Great Array] (Please Subscribe)

In the Great Age of Pirates, countless people rushed to the sea.

The person who obtained Arceus’ power arrived in this world as the new Arceus and got in touch with the Lunarian race.

Based on the reality that everything can be Mythical Zoan, the current him can also be called Mythical Zoan user.

Whether it is One Piece or Pirate King, it has nothing to do with him, all he wants to do is to retrieve the lost plates first.

During this process, he formed an alliance with Beasts Pirates, a famous pirate crew in the New World, and Mr. Kaido got his coveted Mythical Zoan Army.

When Pteranodon becomes Aerodactyl, when Brachiosaurus becomes Tropius, the combination of Pokémon and devil fruit powers will bring a whole new change to the world….

Lunarian’s glory will surely reappear.

Liu Man transmigrated from thousands of years ago to the modern world. Before she transmigrated, she was completely broke. After she transmigrated, she was still worrying about her wealth. And so, for her to survive, she decided to start earning money by becoming a cyber star: trading and selling products, taking photos of her kittens, and showing off bits of her skills. One day she realized, that unconsciously, she had become one of the most famous celebrities.

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I was the reason my idol cancelled her stream…?

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.”