Bind you in hellbound - Chapter 138: ~Hellbound~

“I like you, can you be my girlfriend?”“I am sorry, but I like girls, not boys!”The words of the campus belle immediately broke our boy’s heart.In sadness, he ended up playing a recently popular online game; but even their the 3D girl he liked was in a lesbian relationship with another NPC.But who would have guessed: A little accident made him wake up as a small-time villain character in this game he used to play?Feeling frustrated, he embraces his identity to avoid his tragic death.But Amar’s greatest enemy is the female protagonist who tries to make a big yuri harem with all the heroines.As a villain, can he steal her girls instead & achieve a perfect ending and uphold the dignity of our fellow men?

Introduction to One Piece’s Bounty System: Tianlei crossed the One Piece World and become the nephew of the Navy Admiral ‘Sakazuki, ‘Akainu’, Tian Lei thought it was very outrageous until he found himself having a [bounty system] that can be exchanged for everything in the world of One Piece. As long as you kill or capture pirates, you can draw a Skills, weapons, and devil fruits. Such as ‘Navy Six-style’ ‘Overlord color Haki (Busoshoku Haki)’ ‘sense color Haki (Kenbunshoku Haki) ”armed color Haki’ ‘devil fruit’ ‘sword skills’ have everything!

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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.”