The Overlord of Blood and Iron (WN) - Chapter 188

A solo leveling x Marvel fan fic

Because of boredom, Xu Jinyi entered a game. In this game called “Different Worlds”, he needed to play some cannon fodder or villain to live a happy new life.

Xu Jinyi worked hard to finish the game, and finally realized that this game was actually a scam created by Zhao Chengli specifically for him.

- Description from Novelupdates

Aomori, who has a monster-fighting system, came to the world of One-Punch Man and gained the ability to enter various instances.

Therefore, “Founder of the Hero Association”, “NO. “And other titles fell on him one after another.

Comprehensive flow, the main world One Punch Man.

Completed dungeons so far: Pokémon – Demon Slayer – Sword – Pokémon – Digimon – Spell Return – Yokai Comprehensive World (Girls that Noragami Inuyasha can see, etc.) – Pokémon – One Piece-re0-Dragon Ball wait.

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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.”