The King's Avatar - Chapter 14: Spider Cave (3)

Ishiki grew up staring at the Floating Cities — a distant paradise in the sky that gave humanity both hope and despair.And then, they fell.Not just one, but all of them.The heavens burned and with them the world crumbled, the Apocalypse descended upon mankind.Ishiki never wanted to be a hero, nor a savior. He was just glad to be alive.Until the Neural Matrix System chose him.As he was dying a Window appeared in front of him.[Congratulations You have been choosen as a Player]He was dragged into his first trial in the world of NEXUS. And he soon realized, he was destined to die there too.But he survived.Survival offered him the a Mythical Title... a power that came with ways to make his life more miserable.

In the 21st century, Wu Yue originally thought she was a lonely ghost, but she didn’t know that she was from the 1980s until she was reborn back to her own body.

After all these years of losing her soul, she has always been a fool.

Her father also ordered her a baby kiss?

The other party is still the sweet pastry that everyone wants to marry.

Wu Yue, who has been nurtured in the new era, decided to get rid of this fiance who thought she was a fool.

But she didn’t expect that there was a tall person waiting for her in front of her.

The new book has been opened, {the world is not as good as you}

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A serious accident caused the protagonist’s brain to have an unusual mutation. This changed the brain development that it opened the door to a mysterious universe. Not only he obtained a ‘god-like’ powerful telekinetic control and mental perception, he also had an abnormal analysis and memory capability comparable to super computer. Having such super brain, his rough life began.

Brain development progress 10%…….20%……50%….80%…. …100%

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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.”