I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander - Chapter 179

The name Projection of All Worlds website that appeared in each world has been around for a while.One day, Jiang Xia comes to a so-called universal projection website invitation, just register to send the manuscript and there will be a reward......So, one after another, the famous scene began to show its light.Top10: Oath Under Snow: Emiya If this is evil, then I am evil! Can you give me back Miyu?Top9: Luffy vs Kaidou: This is my country's friend, if I don't defeat you, I can't become the Pirate King......Top8: Mount Natagumo : Hinokami Kagura-Dance.....Natsu from Fairy Tail also wanted to protect his comrades, and he looked at the contemplation with the crowd of people, and also made a choice......According to the image of each scene, countless people felt their enthusiasm boiling and therefore moved, as a result, the Heavens of All Worlds began to return to heaven......The novel and the character are merely fictional, as if they have similarities, mere coincidences, and should not be imitated.

She is the legend of the Heavenly Soul Alliance, the king of mercenaries with a perverse personality, the world’s number one head reward, she closed her eyes unwillingly in a conspiracy, but opened her eyes in the mountain of corpses in another world, when he met her , he knew at a glance that she was the love disaster of his life, he was unwilling to resolve it, and held her in the palm of his hand, and accidentally spoiled her to the sky, shocking the three worlds.

“Your Majesty, it’s too bad. Your Majesty led tens of thousands of soldiers to level the Shuize Empire and smashed the dragon’s Nilin one by one!”

Without raising his head, a certain person said two words softly, “Follow her!”

“Your Majesty, it’s not good again. The empress is too handsome in a golden armored uniform, and she was thrown down by the goddess of Luoshui as a man!”

A certain person with a face full of black lines, gritted his teeth, flew out, grabbed the goddess and threw it back, half-fading the golden armor, hugged the lazy and handsome boy tightly in his arms, and said with a gloomy face, “See clearly before rushing, She’s a woman!”

The Goddess spoke weakly, “I don’t mind her gender, I love her for who she is!”

Someone was murderous, “I don’t mind, she is my woman!”

- Description from novelbuddy

This book features a slice-of-life style with minimal system presence, welcome to enjoy.[Theoretically, this system can target any cognitive being in the universe.][After selecting a target, the host will randomly acquire the target's skill level and talent.][When the target is of the same gender, skill experience acquisition speed +50%, skill level cap -50%.][When the target is of a different species, trigger 404 aura, skill experience acquisition speed +100%, instant death probability +99%.][After a failed targeting, the punishment mechanism is activated, halving the host's basic stats, entering an absolute weak state, and resetting skill levels.]Traversing into this world, Bai Chuan Ze Ping observes this problematic system, then looks at the top student and beautiful girl of the class...Hmm, perhaps... this classmate could be a fine learning companion.PS: This book is also known as “My Talent Comes from My Girlfriend.”

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.”