Craved by the Wrong Volkov - Chapter 221: You are not the father

If an ancient scholar searches through the mists of history, he or she will find such an existence:Pope of the night,Angel of the Creator,The hidden emperor of the empire,…He is also the perfect mentor;Wanmen’s guidance,The original source of pain...No one knows where he came from, only that he was born with knowledge and has been with him for years.Let us chant his honorable name together:Spirit of truth, pure man, master of dreams, supreme beyond all eternity

Alternative Title: Crossover: Mangēkyo Sharingan In A Cursed World===Support and read advance chapters at: Patreon.com/Zexxxxy====When he woke up, Ryuu found himself in the body of a high school student.His school was an unusual merger—Soubu High, Toyosaki Academy, Shuchiin Academy, and Totsuki Culinary Academy had somehow combined into one.At first, he thought this was just a typical anime slice-of-life setting. That was until he met Miko Yotsuya from the class next door.From that moment, everything started going wrong.Monsters. Ghosts. Curses.The world he thought was normal was anything but. Strange and terrifying entities that had no place in daily life kept appearing.Fortunately, Ryuu possessed the Sharingan, and he soon discovered that negative energy could be absorbed as fuel for his eyes’ evolution.The more horrors he faced, the stronger he became. Step by step, he walked the path of exorcising spirits while growing into an unstoppable force.But as his strength grew, so did the number of extraordinary and beautiful girls drawn to his side…---Miko Yotsuya: “Please help me, Ryuu-san.”Mai Sakurajima: “You’re the only one who can see me.”Utaha Kasumigaoka: “Surrounded by beautiful girls… is this how you plan to revive your clan?”===================================Worlds Included: Jujutsu Kaisen, Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai, Saekano: How To Raise A Boring Girlfriend, Mieruko-chan, Oregairu & more.====All rights belong to the original authors, I am just a mere translator that's translating this because i loves the idea, the story.

Ling Xiao was accidentally reborn into the zombie world and became Ninth Uncle’s younger brother.

Awakening the sky fire system can awaken endless strange fire.

At the same time, you can gain experience points, spells, magical powers, constitution and other rewards by burning all things in the world.

And at the beginning of the game, he awakened the mighty Qinglian Earth Heart Fire, and just as Mr. Ren came out of the coffin, he was burned to ashes by Ling Xiao’s palm.

“Senior brother Shi Jian came to kill him? Just in time, let him see how powerful the Nine Dragons Thunder Gang Fire I just awakened is!”

“The ghost king of Fengdu Ghost City is coming to arrest me? Just to show you the taste of hell fire!”

“Ding…Congratulations to the host for burning the sun, gaining experience points: 10 billion! Obtaining bloodline: Golden Crow Divine Body, turning into a new sun!”

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With the awakening of various kinds of different fires, and the improvement of his strength, Ling Xiao rose from a mere mortal against the sky, and finally burned the heavens and myriad worlds to create his own, the Great Dao of Heavenly Fire!

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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.”