MTL - Warlord of Chaos - Chapter 156 Decline

Reincarnated into a Dating-Sim sounds fun? But what if you have never heard about that “World of Myst” game? And that is exactly what happened to Sam Roland. Poor Sam with only basic-dating experience, had no idea he was supposed to “capture” the women he is hiding from.

Celestial Martial Continent, where powerful individuals gather like clouds, and sects are found everywhere.The anger of a strong individual can burn the heavens and boil the seas, overturn the skies with a wave of their hand, and change the sun and moon with a flick of their finger.Huaxia Martial Arts Grandmaster Chu Ming, equipped with the Sword God System, unexpectedly arrives in this world. He becomes an outer disciple of the Cyan Yang Sect, possessing extraordinary comprehension, photographic memory, and the ability to traverse the Violet Micro universe, dominate starry rivers, and conquer the myriad realms across heavens.

# mastermind

Tang Wen was transmigrated to the Da Chu dynasty and became a deadbeat noble and the lord of an abandoned island.

Fortunately, he had the Landlord System and was able to return to the modern era. After making his first pot of gold, he returned to the dynasty to make even more money.

He built waterways, expanded farms to plant herbs, and raised tigers and red-crowned cranes.

“I have to build roads as well… I can keep coming back and forth between two different times to make money, but I need more people to work for me…”

“Come and work for me. I can provide food and shelter. I even have pills for you to get stronger and I can even help you find the love of your life. Become my slave.”

Just like that, millions of people started to work for Tang Wen.

“Sir, don’t you know? Almost 80% of Linghai County now belongs to Tang Wen.”

“My liege! Tang Wen has taken almost all of our land…”

As Tang Wen’s influence started to spread even further, he said, “I don’t know how big my land is. All I know is that I have a new title, the Landlord.”

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.”