MTL - People Are In Konoha, You Call This a Ninja Tool - Chapter 462

David, reborn into the world of Resident Evil, accidentally killed a reincarnator and activated the system that had always been inactive within him.From that moment on, he embarked on a path of plundering beauties and wealth, traveling across different worlds of movies, games, and anime.In the Saw universe, he seduced and fucked Jigsaw's wife. In the vast Marvel Multiverse, he fucked beauties like Natasha Romanoff and the Scarlet Witch.Even the cosmic entity Phoenix Force couldn't escape his hands.Still not satisfied, he went to the DC world, where he slept with Wonder Woman, the seductive Catwoman, the Queen of the Atlantis Mera, and countless others.But even all of these were merely fleeting moments in his endless journey across the infinite cosmos.With each world, he faced constant challenges, plundered unimaginable resources, and stole away the romantic encounters and wealth that were destined for the so-called male protagonists.“Only children make choices.”“I want everything!!!”

Su Wan is a Realm Destroyer. She shuttles to different time-spaces using the identity of the “Cannon Fodder Ex-Girlfriend”, dedicated to plotting how to happily tear apart the male protagonist and the female protagonist. –There’s no such thing as protagonists who can’t be torn apart, only Ex-Girlfriends who don’t work hard enough~

[Can the devil’s music bring happiness to the world?]From Jimmy Hendrix to Rachmaninoff, all the historical musicians who he meets in his dreams.The devil that presents itself as a little boy in love with singing.The devil’s blessing, given to such a tiny child.In the blessings of many devils,The boy’s song for the world begins.

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.”