I Became The Pope, Now What? - Chapter 718 717. Interrogation

The Human Civilization is on the brink of being wiped out. Only the last kingdom remains. Demonic beasts are the cause of this nightmarish situation. They would've annihilated the human race if the Beast Tamers haven't appeared. With their Beast Taming Seals, they can capture and command the Demonic Beasts, turning enemies into allies. They are the guardians of humanity who have forced open a safe haven for humans in a world overrun by demonic beasts.Ray, a law-abiding citizen with three part time jobs, transmigrated into this world after he was killed, finding himself a participant in the Beast Tamer Trial.If he fail, he would have to resume the original owner life and suffer endlessly until his death. If he succeeds, he would become a beast tamer, a privileged member of society.Luckily, the perk of a transmigrator arrived.[You have been bestowed the Strongest Beast Taming System!][You have tamed your first beast, the King of Slimes!][The Skill and EXP Sharing features has been unlocked!][You can use all the skills of your tamed beasts.][Everytime your tamed beasts kill a creature, you will gain EXP to level up.]While others were struggling to find ways to evolve their tamed beasts, Ray levelled up like crazy.

Living things really are ignorant – the greed to obtain the key to knowledge and the fundamentals of energy overpowers them. Little do they know that knowledge is full of lies and energy is the root of destruction. Us, mages, have mastered travelling through space and time. We are invincible, we can turn worlds into dust and you, mere ants, will be wiped out with no trace.

-Mage Adam

An A.I.(Artificial Intelligence) gets reincarnated into a world where he becomes a mage.

Westheid transmigrates into his favorite game. Just as he's overwhelmed by happiness, he finds that the female protagonist whose families are all killed by Chaos is calling him.“Brother, please eat. Don't just space out. Did you get enough rest last night? There's a social ball at the Holy Tree Palace today.”

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.”