MTL - Make You Happy - Chapter 392 young emperor

Chu Nan was just an ordinary student, but because of an accident, he obtained the data collection, analysis and processing ability equivalent to the most advanced optical brain.

Accused by his enemies, Tang Yin was led to a dead end and died at the hands of his enemies. Even so, fate gave him a new chance, and his soul traveled to a lower world, where he managed to reincarnate.His new body had no cultivation and no family either, so he was now a total cripple in an unknown world, with enemies lurking at his door.Yet, he is the proud Divine Heir, dubbed the 'Divine Son' of the Upper Realm. How could something so simple stop him?That is why he will forge his own path and rise again, this time by the hand of a mysterious power that belongs exclusively to him.'Even if I don't understand why I was chosen as Divine Heir, I will create my own path and forge my own power.' He thought.At the same time, a strange and mysterious system with an attractive power, which it said could help him complete his revenge, appeared before him.[You must become the Host of the Domination System][Do you accept?]

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.”

A boy wakes up with omnitrix as a X-GENE