MTL - How to Fall in Love with the Villain - Chapter 46 . The evolutionary history of loyal dogs (nineteen)

Ancient existences wake up in the abyss, demons whisper in people’s ears, unknown horrors erode the spirit, and madness breeds in the darkness of people’s hearts.

But it is not only darkness that descends on this world.

There are heavily armed dark knights walking in the dark to judge crimes; tight-fitting supernatural beings wandering between buildings to act as friendly neighbors; The impossible god on earth, the “S” symbolizing hope shines like the sun on his chest…

No one could have imagined that behind all of them, there was just a player sitting in front of a computer screen holding a keyboard and punching hard.

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Wang Yi was reborn in a parallel world. Just when he was gearing up for eighteen years to flex his muscles, the belated Golden Finger came online and threw him into a low-magic world for three full years. After learning a lot of magic knowledge in three years, Wang Yi was kicked back to modern times…

What is the combination of magic and technology? Magic technology? Black technology?

The troublesome material science problem was solved, and many mysteries became reasonable after the addition of magic.

However, when Wang Yi just came back, he still decided to use a captured Wraith to knock out an artificial intelligence to be his housekeeper…

Also known as “My Skull Can Turn Screws”, “This is not magic, it’s black technology”, “There is no magic in this world, everyone should believe in science”, “There are no ghosts in the mobile phones I sell”

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The book “The Evil God Is Myself!” has been completed! “, “Infinite Prophet”, “Eye of Breaking the Law” and other works, you can eat them with confidence.

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The person whom the world revolves around.

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.”