The rise of the pervert primordial - Chapter 198 Farewell Banquet (Part 2)

The year 1847

If you just stay still, you’ll get to the middle.If you try to show off how good you are at work, the tasks will only increase.By the time I realized that the absolute rule of the military also applied to the position of the crown prince, it was already too late.

Waking up in the World of Food Wars—Yuuki gains a unique edge: The Fishing System.This mysterious system grants him fishing bait of varying qualities—Depending on the bait used, Yuuki can reel in incredible rewards pulled from—countless different Worlds.With Small Bait—Yuuki landed a Legendary set of Seven-Star Knives.Large Bait yielded powerful Flame Abilities.And the Super Bait? It allowed him to hook the very Essence of Culinary Respect from the Toriko Universe—Food Honor.Beyond that—special “Growth Bait” becomes available as Yuuki himself levels up and improves his skills.Armed with his Fishing System—Yuuki casts his line into Totsuki Academy, ready to start his overpowered Culinary journey and reel in victory after victory.

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.”