Closed Beta That Only I Played - Chapter 416 - That Name (4)

Louise Evardon's life takes a dark and twisted turn when she agrees to marry and discovers her husband's haunting past— all of his previous wives are dead.But that isn't what she has to worry about as someone is trying to get rid of her, and she needs to save herself before history repeats itself again.

After you’re awake but find yourself looking like a character in a game and came to a strange place, is this a different world or a game? Is it a rebirth or a cross over to another world? Everything needs to be explored by yourself!

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On an ordinary day, an inventory livestream descended upon the dimensional multiverse. Those who were selected all had a faint blue light screen appear before them.Immediately after, large characters appeared in front of them.《 Dimensional World Inventory — Top 10 Famous Scenes 》 Scene 1: One person, one sword, guarding a city, battling seventy thousand...Scene ***: The man who almost kicked out the grand finale, Eight Gates Formation! Might Guy!Scene ***: Menma, I found you!Scene ***: .....As one scene after another of regretful characters appeared, everyone watching the scenes shed tears.Monkey D. Luffy: That's amazing, one person, one sword, not only fought against seventy thousand people, but also returned alive?Uzumaki Naruto: I didn't expect that seemingly ordinary guy to be so powerful!Uchiha Sasuke: The one who made the final save was actually you.Jinta Yadomi: Menma, we found you~Everyone: Menma, we found you~Honma Meiko “Menma”: Hi! I've been found!

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.”