MTL - The Reborn Otaku’s Code of Practice for the Apocalypse - Chapter 51 俢 wall small expert

【 Top Divine Doctor Novel, Absolutely Electrifying】Famed throughout Dragon Empire as the Sect Leader of the Holy Medicine Sect - Qin Han, unexpectedly reincarnated into another body, looked at his delicate wife and swore to redo everything, to slay the enemies behind it all. Simplicity and rudeness are my art of conduct, and 'if you don't agree, we fight' is my attitude toward life! Think you can do whatever you want with money? Sorry, my bank account balance has more digits than your social security number! Think you can do whatever you want with power? Sorry, with a wave of my sleeve, leaders of various nations queue up waiting for my medical attention! Think you can do whatever you want with people? Sorry, at my command, the entire Holy Medicine Sect springs into action! Watch how the Sect Leader of the Holy Medicine Sect dominates the Flower Capital, punches bullies, steps on arrogant youths, and unifies the forceful world!

Travelling across a different dimension, you have become a noble who has fallen from grace. With the help of a proficiency panel, you can start your liver experience using the ancestral breathing method used by knights. Let us embark on this bizarre and mysterious journey and follow this wizard’s steps one by one.

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.”

“Let go of that kitty cat!”