MTL - God Emperor - Chapter 3974 dawn is approaching

The end of the world is full of crises, but Su Chen says not to worry because he has the Red Alert System. That’s how confident he is. You say you have a lot of weapons? Sorry, I have more weapons than I can use here. Let me introduce you to the weather control device. You say the mutant beasts are very powerful? No problem, I have a way to deal with them…

A young boy, Asuma Haruto, is transferred to another world. Without having any means to return home, he has no choice but to live in this parallel universe.

Armed with only his knowledge of making soap, will Haruto be able to safely make a living here?

This is a story about how our protagonist creates his own business out of his hobby of making soap and then gradually manages his business and gets rich.

One day, Alexander found himself in the middle of the woods. To survive, he used his little knowledge about camping and wildlife, but he was not alone in this journey. Soon, he discovered something he had always wanted—a system. Not just any system, but one that not only gave him buffs but also strengthened his entire territory.This discovery opened Alexander's eyes. He thought to himself, “Right, I reincarnated. I should be the lead!” But things weren't that easy. It took him and his companions months to finally stand on their feet, but after countless struggles and hard work, Emberhold was created—a city that would surely become the center of the world in all aspects: culture, technology, industry, and power... or would it?Follow along as Alexander fights nobles, bandits, pirates, and much more just to survive in the barren lands of the frontier.Hello, everyone! I just want to clarify something, this story is something I have always wanted to create. I actually tried once before and received a lot of engagement, but unfortunately, system stories especially ones like this are so hard to keep track of with all the buffs and whatnots. So I’ll be upfront with you this story is generated by AI.I recently bought the plus version of an AI chatbot just to make myself stories that I have in my brain for a long time but never the energy to write them. I did those just to take myself out of boredom and realized that AI writes stories to my taste at least. That’s when I decided to publish it. Although this story is AI-generated, I do spend time checking everything to make sure it's in place and fixing any mistakes the AI makes, so I’m not entirely lazy XD haha. Without AI, this would be much harder, messier, and confusing for both you and me. Now, I have the mental capacity to check previous chapters for mistakes. Oh yeah, this book got rejected for a contracted so it will be entirely free, I will countinue it just with the same passion as before.Also, this won’t be the only story I write! I already have a solid plan for another story without a system and therefore without AI. I’ll be writing that one fully myself (I will only be asking god gpt for spelling mistakes), so stay tuned! Let me give you guys a hint: how do you feel about modern-day clashing with a medieval fantasy world??Well, that’s all for now! Hopefully, you’ll enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy reading it along with you guys lol.

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.”