Reincarnated as a Duck: A beast progression litrpg isekai - Chapter 51: Healing

When an S-class elite assassin-raised captain of a special ops suicide squad comes home from a high-stakes Africa mission, he finds himself offered something that could potentially set him up for life- a curious assignment that he could use to finally exit his days of war and slaughter.

Being re-birthed as a cell, Han Dong utilized the power of the Prison code and came into a parallel world where the Ancient Ones have awakened.

A steam powered civilization, horrifying subspaces, the Ancient King of the Eternal Night and strange monsters lurking outside the city.

The door of Destiny has been opened – Crusaders, Library, Control, Machinery and Mysticism would become the new growth system for human development.

The hymn of Humanity is the song of courage! The brave and dauntless Knights Regiments, riding into the world ruled by the Ancient King to seize back the freedom that belongs to mankind.

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Runes are the source of all power in the world, but for Ignotus, they were a death sentence.A mercenary, assassin, and leader of the desperate, he'd spent more than ten years running from a Fate forged by sheer, abysmal luck.But when the hunt finally ended, the unhinged Stranger did the impossible:He traded his life to maim the realm's three absolute rulers, leaving scars that even the Gods couldn't heal.Infuriated by the humiliation, Hora, the Queen of Time, cast an ancient spell to reverse the clock and erase his final strike....But her arrogance became his salvation.Ignotus regressed to the day of his Ascension, the very day he received his first Rune.This time, he wouldn't play by the rules.While others beg for Primary Elements like Fire or Water, he deliberately chooses the Element the realm deems the weakest of all, knowing its true, terrifying potential.Armed with the [Heretic Saint System], a set of Irregular Soul Glyphs, and knowledge of the realm's war-ridden future, Ignotus is done running.He will leave the family that abandoned him to forge a new Path—one that leads his own House into the Heavens, all to rewrite his Fated ending!But...Ding!That would've been too easy.—{HERETIC DETECTED!}[Nex, of House Death, has sensed the Soul that escaped his scythe.][Hora, of House Time, has seen the stain left on her clock.][???, of House Light, has witnessed the birth of a Twisted Light.][YOU ARE BEING HUNTED.]—The hunt has resumed... an unending game of cat and mouse.Would Ignotus survive this time? Or rather...Would they be able to stop him?—{Author Of Misunderstood Villain}{Alternative Title: Father Of Luck & Calamity}[Status]{Volume One, Break The World: Completed}{Volume Two, House Of Strangers: Completed}{Volume Three, Demons Are Coming: Completed}{Volume Four, Death Is Here: Ongoing}[Note]- MC's powers are very unique.- MC gains many interesting Soul Glyphs.- Fast initial progression for MC and his Cohort.Discord Link: https://discord.gg/bGGfgMfu48

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.”