I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense - Chapter 930 - 931 Let Sister Take Control for You

In the year Stardate 1, mankind entered the interstellar age, with interstellar migration, spaceships, alien races, and outer gods...arriving one after another.By the year Stardate 717, Fang Xing looked out upon the cosmic backdrop teeming with dense armies of foreign races and declared that all aliens, cultivators, tentacles, esoteric teachings, and evil gods would be intimidated by his supreme talent and smashed to pieces with his iron fist...Well, this is actually the story of a transmigrator, who whimsically dominates many different worlds with the help of his professional panel...

Some crowns are forged in blood. Others are drowned beneath it.In a city strangled by smoke and silence, where children are shackled to machines and shadows rule behind gilded masks, Keiran is just another forgotten soul—until the mark appears.Buried beneath the factory’s foundations lies a world long erased from history. Ancient oaths whisper through stone and water, and something older than memory begins to stir. As Keiran is drawn deeper into the abyss, he uncovers a legacy not meant for mortal hands—a crown shattered in defiance, a flood sealed by sacrifice, and a power that demands a price.Hunted by tyrants, haunted by echoes, and bound to secrets he never asked for, Keiran must choose: drown in the tide of what came before, or rise against the current and reclaim what the world was forced to forget.But the deeper he goes, the more the truth unravels…And beneath it all, something still breathes.

After waking up, Vincent finds that he has transmigrated to a parallel world where monsters roam, a world that's no longer ruled by science.In this place, body practitioners can lift 10,000 tons of oil wheels with one hand, and espers can summon wind, rain, thunder, and lightning—born to be strong. Beast tamers can tame powerful monsters that become their most loyal pets.Vincent, who is just an ordinary young man, has successfully activated the Super God of War System and awakens three S-Class Superpower at the start of everything, making him a top super genius!S-Class superpower [Rapid Training]: Body is constantly strengthening every second. Even sleeping can increase your strength by 5,000 kilograms!S-Class superpower [Hellfire]: Burn everything and destroy everything!S-Class superpower [Monster Affinity]: Can communicate with any monster and tame any monster easily!Vincent has strike gold![Ding! One-handed strength achieved 50,000 kg, life expectancy increased by 300 years!][Ding! Instakilled giant monster, Nine-Headed Sea Serpent, obtaining S-grade equipment, Crimson Flame Divine Sword!][Ding! Tamed S-class monster, Storm Dragon King, obtaining a Divine Pet Evolution Pill. It can evolve the Storm Dragon King into an SSS-class Dragon God!'Vincent's heaven-defying path begins…

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.”