6 Times a Day - Chapter 904 Susan And Suzanne Making Alan Feel Good [Janwillem Sponsored]

In a quiet world, Adam lived his life peacefully but it all changed when he woke up in an hospital bed with the ability.....Creation Of All ThingsArmed with this Overpowered ability, watch how Adam would uncover the truth of his world and beyond..

As a true over-bearing president scum gong, when Xie He for the Nth time rejected his admirer, he heard a sentence in his head: “Congratulations on achieving the “rejects 100 hosts” accomplishment; as an award you will soon bind to the “Scum Gong and Cheap Shou” system, entering other worlds to complete capture missions.

Want to burn Night City to ashes?Want to overthrow these corporate enterprises?Want to try a fully immersive virtual reality game?What are you waiting for? Quickly order “Future Horizon - Cyberpunk”! You won't regret it! Free spots available!Huang Ban, Military Tech, Kangtao, Biotech, Su Petrochem: Where did these cyber nutcases come from?Ye Corporation: Don't look at me, you wouldn't mistake these jumping monkeys for rogue AI, would you?Blue Eyes: I don't know them.Night City's hottest sex icon: Why does every one of these lunatics want to kill me for a photo souvenir?Regina: Lin Miao, there are suddenly a lot of cyber psychopaths on the streets, do you have any clues?Lin Miao (whipping out a whip): I know, they are my loyal machine servantsPlayer: Dog planner, get out here! Who taught you that implants need a separate set of equipment? Guns and bulletproof vests aside, even the damn body requires me to pay? And Adam Heavyhammer, Darling~~ My secret weapon will give you an unexpected surprise~~

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.”