MTL - My Father in Law is Lu Bu - ~ The ninth and thirteenth fight

“Young man… if you could go back in time, what period would you like to be in?”

Travel through pirates and gain the ability to decompose and reconstruct everything.

In the next life, Link will marry the most beautiful queen and be the freest man!

Supreme Swordsman Twelve Workers? Look at my ship-killing knife made of the essence of meteorite iron and talk!

Want to turn the world upside down? Decomposition and reconstruction of memory, Blackbeard shouted for world peace!

The Four Emperors threaten, Im coming? When the mystery of energy and rules is analyzed, all abilities will be decomposed, and all abilities can be mastered!

Join Doflamingo at the beginning and set sail from the North Sea!

ps: This book is also known as “The Man Behind the Pirate Queen” and “What Experience Is It Like to Fall in Love in a Pirate”

The newcomer and the new book kneel down and beg the gentlemen for support! ! !

- Description from novelbuddy

One day a young man found a mysterious door in his grand father house and that door transported him to Tensura....welcome to the new world...all the credit for the characters and main story goes to the owners, this is just a fanfic none of the characters or the storyline belongs to me...Tensura won't be live until later in the chapters, so if you in a rush, you can quick rocks...

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.”