Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely - Chapter 997 - 361: New Defender of the Five Primordials, Breakthrough and Assembly Date, First Expedition to the Watery Domain (Part 4)

A boy from 21st century Earth, met an accident and later was reborn in Naruto’s Ninja World.
He is born in Uchiha Family and becomes the useless brother of Itachi Uchiha and Sasuke Uchiha…. Let’s see how he changed the Naruto world.

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Listen here, because I've seen it with my very own eyes.William Oh was born on the hundredth floor of The Tower, to the greatest Climbers of the ancient world, steeped in the Tower's lethal miasma from the moment he drew breath, giving him strange and unnatural powers.They say he is an immortal being who circles the dreams of mortal men, resurfacing wherever the need is greatest. Those who disparage him will fall into despair, but if you're a Climber in a tight scrape, look to the sky and say a little prayer.Maybe he will appear?Odds are probably better if you pay for my drink.- Rumor overheard on a 1st Floor Tavern. Originator did not pay his tab.

He was an extremely wealthy CEO. His hobbies were clinging to his wife and pampering her to the extreme.One day, the bodyguard reported, “Sir, Madam went to chase her ex-fiancé!”“Sir, Madam confessed her love for her ex-fiancé on a global livestream!”“Change the photos and names to mine!”“Sir, Madam went to the hospital to have an abortion!”The incredibly handsome and wealthy man couldn't contain his anger.“Bring Madam back to me, and take good care of her! No, stop! I'm going to get her myself!”After marriage, Su Fu glared at her possessive husband.“Let's divorce; this life is unbearable!”Shangguan Ling smirked.“So what if it's unbearable? Whoever leaves, loses! I'll give you the property, our child, and myself! Wherever you go, I'll go too!”

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.”