After the Marriage Cancellation, She Becomes a True Ancestor - Chapter 5

I am Stephen, assistant to Vegapunk. After transmigrated to the One Piece world and failing in the attempt to take down Imu in collaboration with the Revolutionary Army, I unexpectedly found myself transmigrated again, this time to the Pokémon world.Although my body has become smaller, my mind remains as sharp as ever. My current identity is:The Chief Pokémon Professor of the Pokémon LeagueA mind 500 years ahead of its timeExecutive Vice-Leader of Team RocketThe second Master-level Trainer after Professor RowanThe benefactor recognized by Rayquaza as its successorHonorary Chairman of the Alola LeagueSupreme Commander of Dark Pokémon!

Raymond wakes up in an unfamiliar world, inhabiting the body of a 15-year-old boy who shares his name. In this realm, one's profession defines their destiny, but the boy Raymond now embodies had recently failed to awaken any profession, facing a future of obscurity and ridicule. Confused yet determined, Raymond discovers a mysterious system panel exclusive to him. This system grants him the ability to awaken multiple professions, each unlocking unique powers and skills. However, to access these professions, he must complete specific awakening requirements, setting him on a path filled with challenges and quests.Embarking on his journey as an adventurer, Raymond traverses vast landscapes, from enchanted forests to ancient ruins. Along the way, he confronts formidable foes, solves arcane mysteries, and forms bonds with a diverse cast of characters—fellow adventurers, mystical beings, and even former rivals. Each trial not only enhances his abilities but also unravels secrets about the world's hidden truths and the origin of his unique system.Through trials and tribulations, Raymond transforms from a boy deemed a failure into a legendary figure whose actions could reshape the fate of the world. His journey is a testament to resilience, the pursuit of self-discovery, and the profound impact of the connections made along the way.

Empires rise and fall on the Yulan Continent. Saints, immortal beings of unimaginable power, battle using spells and swords, leaving swathes of destruction in their wake. Magical beasts rule the mountains, where the brave – or the foolish – go to test their strength. Even the mighty can fall, feasted on by those stronger. The strong live like royalty; the weak strive to survive another day.

This is the world which Linley is born into. Raised in the small town of Wushan, Linley is a scion of the Baruch clan, the clan of the once-legendary Dragonblood Warriors. Their fame once shook the world, but the clan is now so decrepit that even the heirlooms of the clan have been sold off. Tasked with reclaiming the lost glory of his clan, Linley will go through countless trials and tribulations, making powerful friends but also deadly enemies.

Come witness a new legend in the making. The legend of Linley Baruch!

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.”