The First Order - Chapter 10 - Side quest

A failed investor from 2017 got drunk and woke up in the 1980s. China is just opening up, and the economy is blooming. There is also the dissolution of the Soviet Union, the bursting of the Dot-com bubble and other financial crisis. He used his knowledge of the future and slowly build up his empire.

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A lightning strike transmigrated Zu An into another world. In that world, he was known as the tr*sh of Brightmoon City, but for some reason, he was married to the gorgeous and highly talented daughter of the Chu clan?

Starting from Hunter, Becoming a God at Level 100At level one, each attribute point increases by 1; at level two, each attribute point increases by 2; at level three, by 4…and at level ten, by 512.With every level, all attributes double. But at level 100, will he still be human?Lorraine wakes up to find himself transported into the world of Hunter x Hunter.Good news: he’s crossed over!Bad news: it’s a complete immersion.Good news: he has a system!Bad news: leveling up requires physical training.Good news: the system is powerful! Each level doubles his attributes, and at level 100, he’s granted godhood!Bad news: with each level, the experience needed also doubles.Thus, in the boundless worlds of existence, Lorraine embarks on his endless path to ascension.

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.”