Sin System: Demonic Harem After Reincarnation - Chapter 80 - Dark Knight

“If I do it all over again, give me excellent physical talent, and give me excellent skills, I will definitely be like those historical NBA superstars.”

Lian Dao originally thought that the above imagination would only appear in dreams, but he didn’t expect that such a “good thing” would suddenly happen to him one day.

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Travelling across a different dimension, you have become a noble who has fallen from grace. With the help of a proficiency panel, you can start your liver experience using the ancestral breathing method used by knights. Let us embark on this bizarre and mysterious journey and follow this wizard’s steps one by one.

[Multiverse Fanfic]After an intimate encounter with a speeding truck, Ryota transmigrated into the Naruto world.Despite not being a member of the Uchiha clan, he somehow found himself caught up in the night of their clan's massacre.Fortunately, at the critical moment, he awakened the “All-Encompassing Divine Eye” system.To escape the ruthless slaughter brought by the Ninja World's most dutiful son, Uchiha Itachi, Ryota relied on the system and entered a mysterious Trial Space to begin his training.Half a year later, even without Uchiha bloodline, he managed to awaken the Sharingan through the help of the system and finally emerged from the Trial Space.But looking around at the monsters constantly popping up, Ryota suddenly realized something wasn't quite right!A naturally airheaded swordswoman wielding a long blade, known as the “Sword Princess”; an elf who could cast magic, known as the “Nine Hells”…And then there was this red-haired, squinty-eyed girl claiming to be a goddess, insisting he join her Familia.Ryota: “Familia? Gods...? Where exactly am I?”Loki: “Orario, of course!”Read chapters ahead! Support my work on [email protected]/rivyura

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.”