Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence - Chapter 597 - 266: The Shift in the Human Path’s Momentum

Ham Dani, a normal student whose hobbies were to read novels.

Framed by her so-called best friend and half-sister, Su Qianxun stumbled upon a strange man when she was making her escape. A strange man so handsome it looked as if his face was carved by the Gods, but with a heart as cold as stone. A wild and fiery night ensued, and ever since then, they embarked on a journey filled with passion, lust, conspiracy and treachery.

The character with the highest difficulty and the worst performance, Baek Yuseol, was considered a trash character in-game because he could not use magic in a fantasy setting where everyone else could.However…[Because the wrong ending has been reached, 90% of Aether World has been destroyed.] [Please reach the “True Ending.”] Suddenly, those words echoed in my mind before I was transmigrated to the Aether World.[You can use the skill “Blink.”] “Just why did I possess this character?”Blink was the only magic skill I had.Surviving in Stella Academy among genius mages, I became the notorious Blink Mage.Alternative title: I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy

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.”