Tempest of the Battlefield - Chapter 618: Gather Forces

Jack, a content creator for mystery, horror, and conspiracy stories, died. As he was recording a horror content. And then, he was reborn... as a supernatural entity, as a formless ghost.He acquired the system-panel like ability to get stronger. He could earn new supernatural traits. And he could even evolve and gain new incarnations later. But, the process was still unknown and unexplainable for him.But, that was not just the problem...Another problem... He was not reborn on his original Earth. He was reborn in an alternate Earth. The one still in the Industrial Revolution Era. The one with cursed steam engines, monster-infested sea exploration, mysterious pirates, supernatural powers, mythical creatures, demonic entities, and completely different geography.I will also be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com:https://www.royalroad.com/profile/36721/fictionsIf you, dear readers, enjoy the story and are willing to support my work, please visit patreon.com/Alkrishna. It should be about 20 chapters ahead there.

After crossing, I also got the superhuman… twisted fruit.

This devil fruit was brought into full play by him.

Distort gravity, distort space, distort time.

Fight for hegemony in the new world and become the new emperor.

The top war choice is to completely evolve this epic battle into his stage.

Luo Chen declared to the world:

My time has come! !

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

Trying to hit on Shinobu mommy.