MTL - History’s Number 1 Founder - ~ 1481. The little ones have sent them to the end.

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.”

William Hunter was a young high-school student who was constantly bullied and made fun of by the people around him.

Suddenly, one day, everyone was given a system and transported into a parallel apocalyptic world filled with powerful hordes of zombies, wrecking havoc on everyone and everything. Even with systems, most people struggle to survive.

[You have received the ???-rank system, Minion Controller]

[You have received 1x Woodcutter Minion and 1x Warrior Minion]

[You can buy more minions in the Shop]

What was this?

[Your Woodcutter Minion has collected 21 wood, it is now level-2]

As other people struggled to survive. William would be able to create an army of minions and take over this hellscape

After his death, Weiss S. Albus woke up under an unfamiliar ceiling. What came after a successful transmigration was none other than the memories of the previous owner’s body.Transmigrating into the modern world Blue Star, Weiss was confronted with a system screen in front of him.[Weiss, two months from now, the invasion from another world will destroy Blue Star. You need to prepare and let the entire human race have the power to defeat those invaders! Become a God-Level Game Developer!]Hearing the sweet yet resolute voice from his system spirit “Alice”, Weiss immediately made countermeasures!Invasion from another world? Create the Idle Tower Defense Game and make the defense of Blue Star invulnerable! Those flying lizards (dragons?) were shot down from the sky by a homing meteor turret!Lack of experience in dealing with a wave of monsters? Zombie Survival Online has been developed! Waves of evolved zombies, the hands of the military were numbed after playing the game!The humans need summoned monsters to fight alongside them for support? The Pocket Monster Game was created just for that purpose! Armed with dimensional pocket balls, the players gazed at the monsters and shouted “Gotta imprison and enslave them all!”As if that wasn’t enough, mages and warriors from another world invaded Blue Star! Weiss immediately developed Fantasia Online and let those aliens get a taste of their own medicine!After awakening the God-Level Game Developer System, creating game worlds that was no different from reality itself became the norm for Weiss Albus!“Invasion from another world? Let the human race treat this as nothing but a game! I, the God-Level Game Developer, approve!”Life is a game, but a game within a game? Only the God-Level Game Developer Weiss S. Albus can develop it!

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.