MTL - I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man - Chapter 77 Meet on the narrow road

"To be a star is to own the world and all the people in it."
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Two years ago, Aiden came to the United States to experience the American Dream. But after sleepless nights of struggle, just when he was on the verge of giving up, a translucent screen flashed in front of him - it was a System!

A System that would make him embark on a journey to Hollywood. And today, he takes his first step by mesmerising the world through his singing!

So come and join him, for his journey, has just begun.

Singing? I'm the best at it.
Acting? I have Oscars lying around in my bathroom; you can practice your acceptance with it.
Movie Direction? They call me the king of the box office.
Novel Writing? Two words: Best Seller.

From creating the highest-selling music album to becoming the world's most famous superhero - Aiden will do everything to write his own legend.

--- All the songs and movie scripts in this book will be Original, and I'll be the one writing them. ---
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He just wanted a quiet vacation and a good espresso... instead, he ended up seducing half the city.------Lux Vaelthorn wanted three things: a good coffee, peace and quiet, and zero responsibilities.What he got?A mansion, a system with the personality of a deadpan butler, and a bunch of heiresses fighting over who gets to be his first “investment.”As the heir of Greed and Lust, Lux was born to dominate markets, hearts, and boardrooms. But after centuries of cleaning up his parents’ messes in the underworld, he rage-quit Hell’s finance department and took a hundred-year vacation to the mortal realm.His problem?Even without trying, he’s too hot, too rich, and too damn magnetic.His Incubus Pheromones seduce emotionally unstable rich girls like clockwork.His Greed System scans bank accounts like X-rays.And thanks to a “minor” celestial bounty on his soul, some entities either want to marry him… or murder him.[Warning: 3 rich virgins detected within 15 meters. Incubus Pheromones activated.][Recommendation: Flee. Or flirt. Your call.]Lux just wanted caffeine.Now he’s got a mansion full of horny heiresses, a schedule full of power plays, and a city that thinks he’s a billionaire playboy CEO.Fine.If he can’t nap… he might as well rule.

“SSS Skills are said to have a will and inheritance. What more have you inherited other than your immortality, Deathless Hunter?”

“Death... your demise is also in my hands.”

Reincarnated into a world where women sit on authoritative seats, Hunter appeared to lack both mana and skill.

However, aware of the real circumstances of his body, he kept his true strength and past life a secret and lived as a sidekick to the village's primary hunter team, hiding in plain sight as “just a man.”

On one fateful day, Hunter's role changed dramatically when his hunting team encountered a red wolf, an enemy they could not defeat.

The beast's jaws appeared to have killed Hunter, but in reality, they had awakened his slumbering SSS Skill - Deathless.

But is immortality all there is to this seemingly simple yet remarkable skill?

Invited by the gorgeous woman known as the boss of the guild Darkness, Hunter leaves his village to learn more about himself and to get stronger to consort with the most beautiful women of this female dominated world!

To become him! Yes, him! Him... wielding the law of Death across the entire universe.

The Death Himself...

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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.”