A Villain's Will to Survive - Chapter 223: Wooden Pocket Watch (2) Part 1

Mythological revival, Blue Planet suddenly expanded hundreds of times, countless creatures from ancient myths appeared, dividing territories.Strange beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, apocalyptic beasts from Western mythology, colossal demonic bodies from the deep sea...Xu Zhou traveled to this dangerous parallel world and discovered that he had a clone of a giant rooster.Moreover, he obtained the talent to gain one kilogram every day.This talent continued to upgrade with the evolution of the clone, one hundred kilograms a day, ten thousand kilograms a day...From then on, a Kun with unlimited growth ability started to grow infinitely, gradually evolving into a mythical beast.One thousand jin, ten thousand jin, one hundred thousand jin...Years later.“My current weight is 90 trillion trillion tons, with a punch that can kill a mythical creature.” In the starry sky, Xu Zhou stared at a mythical giant beast in the void, with icy killing intent in his eyes.The next second, the planet-sized body surged suddenly...

In her past life, she was his personal physician, his junior,Due to the age difference, she could only bury her love for him deep in her heart.An explosion awakened her, and she found herself back in his era.When they met again, he was the noble and aloof scion of his family,She was a village girl with a tragic background.But this time, she would not shrink back,She would bravely pursue her love, making this second chance at life devoid of regrets.In public, he was cold and ruthless,In private, he was a devoted lapdog to his wife,His maxim was, “What the wife says is always the truth.”This story is a one-to-one relationship, with both parties being virtuous and strong.

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.”

Kurogami Ichiro was desperate because he couldn’t achieve what he wanted when he once started his martial arts path at age of 8!