Uzumaki: I can comprehend anything - Chapter 378: Chan Motivation

Beneath the neon-lit bustling city, unknown monsters lurk.Martial arts sects, biological modifications, cutting-edge mechas, golden bloodlines, abyssal alien species...Chen Feng arrives in this world, similar to Earth, and discovers he can enter a strange dream world where he can pick up various light groups.【Limit-Break Light Group: Can enhance martial arts skills, break limits, and upgrade!】【Attribute Light Group: Can randomly increase four-dimensional attribute points, bigger and stronger, add points!】【Talent Light Group: You gain the talent - Cyan Armor, able to switch combat forms, with power increase by 100%........】【Skill Light Group: You obtain the Extreme Refinement Method, destined to break human limits......】As martial arts gradually decline, and modified humans and cutting-edge mechas flourish,Chen Feng has achieved ultimate limit-breaking in the dream world, integrating extraordinary talents, and continues the path of martial arts!Tear apart mechas with his hands, smash aircraft carriers with his fists!I am the great King of the Century..........My name is Chen Feng, the peak you can never surpass.

On a dark and windy night, he picked up a beautiful, charming, sexy and enchanting beauty, and his life was filled with ups and downs...

The moment when mercenary leader Kwang Hwi receives video game like abilities, the world is suddenly thrown into chaos. A thick fog envelops the Earth, bringing with it savage, otherworldly monsters. At the same time humanity has been rendered defenseless against this onslaught, as the strange fog turns most weapons to rust. With mankind spiraling towards oblivion, it is up to Kwang Hwi, with his new abilities, to save the world. Watch as Kwang Hwi leads his militia and becomes the last bastion of humanity. Will he be this world’s savior, or its conqueror?

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.”