MMORPG: Rebirth of the Legendary Guardian - Chapter 512: Winged Monkey King Chakra

Warning! This novel is mindless and vulgar. If you don't like this kind of thing, please don't read it. My name is Silent, and I'm a senior high school student at an ordinary high school in Qingyuan City. One day, I unexpectedly awakened the [Tag System], which completely changed my life. I labeled my mother, younger sister, childhood sweetheart, and best friend from the next class, but why did they all turn into perverted girls...?

Failing at the ceremony, Ethan became a Broken Carrier, the worst and weakest of them all.In this world where abilities had to be created and found through the Patterns, Ethan had no choice but to risk everything to change his fate.“So this is my Construct?” Ethan gazed at the massive gears of his core, preparing to harness a new power.The weakest carriers could always become the strongest, all that was needed were methods, desperate and risky, just like the world itself.

On just another normal school day, while 16-year-old Drake Wilson drives his two best friends, Mike and Chad, to school, an unexpected twist of fate occurs in the form of a cat. When a cat runs across the road, Drake narrowly misses it, and his car ends up driving into a nearby field. With a sudden storm, a flash of light explodes, creating a dimensional portal in front of them. There is nothing they could do to stop the car from entering the portal. On the other side, they find themselves in another dimension filled with magic and power. To Drake, the place looks familiar because it is the starting point of his new game called “Dimension Master.”

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.”