Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou - Chapter 372: Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou [] (R18)

“If I don’t die… I swear I will act on all my evil thoughts..”

Not exactly everyone’s typical thought when they’re about to die. What will a cowardly young man do when reincarnated with the evil powers to redefine his destiny? Can the natural kindness of human nature triumph over evil? Will he become the cold-blooded demon king of legend, or will he forge his own path and rain down another kind of terror?

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[Naruto + System + Blackening + Cool Text]

Fengxu travels through the Naruto world and becomes Naruto’s suppressed blackened personality.

After experiencing all Naruto’s experience, he can’t repay grievances with kindness, let alone forgive!

Since the main personality has nothing to do, then his sub-personality is in charge of everything!

Bullied Naruto’s kill! Framed Naruto’s kill! Want to master Naruto’s kill!

At the same time, Feng Xu continued to weave a web to eat away at Naruto.

“Naruto, do you know the difference between a king and a mount?”

“Naruto, all the suffering in this world is caused by the lack of ability of the person concerned.”

“Naruto, you can’t protect anything, you just kill everyone.”

“So, give your body to the stronger me.”  …

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Kerrigan’s life was never his own. Raised as a pawn in a twisted game, his mind was shattered in a cruel simulation. Now, in the real world, he’s left with only one thing: Veilbreaker—a power to tear through lies, illusions, and hidden truths. But the more he uses it, the more it eats away at his sanity.Haunted by his past, betrayed by those he should trust, Kerrigan must fight not only the monsters that hunt him but the darkness inside himself. Every ally could be an enemy, and every truth could cost him everything. As a deadly war brews on the horizon, Kerrigan is the only one who can stop it—but the price for victory might just be his mind.Can Kerrigan control his power, or will the truth break him first?

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”