SSS Class Awakening: Start With A God-Level Choice System - Chapter 152: Skill Grade Synchronizer (Null)

The Spirit Network, known as【Deep Sea】 connected five continents as human civilization surged forward; yet, they were oblivious to the impending eternal night. With the Extraordinary Awakening, the edifice was about to collapse. Flesh is weak and pitiful, how could one ascend? The story began when Gu Shen, an ordinary youth, received a ruler that bore the truth. He peeled back the corner of this extraordinary world, becoming the largest moth among the thousands that dashed into the flames. If winter is coming, I will climb against the steps, overturn the thrones of kings, shatter the crowns of falsehood, destroy the scepters of injustice. I will become humanity's last, Bright Barrier.

Rudel Arses, the first born of one of the ‘Three Lords’ of the Courtois Kingdom, is from a corrupted family, but at 5 years old, he saw a dragon in the sky and his dark future as a villain changed. He was considered an idiot, but was that true? How would his effort to become a dragoon change the kingdom?

In Widow Village, by a stroke of fate, one gains the inheritance of a divine physician. From then on, every endeavor becomes successful, indulging freely in the joys of life.

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.”