Protagonist?Antagonist? I Reject Both - Chapter 252 :Waking Up[II]

Read at least six chapters, then prepare to crave the rest.The main character will show up in Chapter Five, though I don't recommend skipping the first four chapters.-----The world was celebrating. The Demon King was dead, along with his Darkness Generals.Humans led the other races to war for subjugation. They killed all, and none were spared. However, thousands of years before this happened, a piece of history was altered by time itself. In fact, the Demon King didn't have four generals but only one, which he sealed and sent into eternal slumber. Just as he started to close his eyes, the chains locked away for eternity shattered into pieces.

Scholar System, Business System, Confucian Saint System, Oracle System, Bald System, Ancestor System, Myriad Realms System…This is a world overflowing with systems!In this world, everyone can awaken a system of their own!Everyone can cheat their way to the peak of life!However, Xiang Beifei was utterly confused, “Why do all you locals have system cheats while I, as a transmigrator, don’t have one?”Soon, he realized—Not having a system cheat was actually the biggest cheat of all!

[System is assimilating Earth with the rest of the Vast Universe.]

[A Trial Program is needed for efficient assimilation and for that data needs to be recorded from 1111 individuals with Higher Potential Innate Abilities from the assimilating Planet.]

[This Trial Program was further divided into 3 Sub Programs namely, ALPHA Program, BETA Program and GAMMA Program.]

[Congratulations! You are one of the 11 Chosen individuals among 7.8 billion for the ALPHA Program.]

[As a Chosen member among 11 individuals of Alpha Program you will be one of the first to start the Trial Program.]

[When the Trial Program ends, the assimilation with Earth begins.]

[Survive, overcome danger and grow stronger. All the Best.]

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.”