MTL - The Lover’s Prattle - Chapter 51 Liang (extra)

Anthony has been reborn! Placed into the remarkable game-like world of Pangera.

However, something seems a little off. What's with these skills? Bite? Dig?

Wait....

I've been reborn as a WHAT?!

Follow Anthony as he attempts to adjust to his new life, to survive and grow in his new Dungeon home!

A new masterpiece by Twelve-Winged Dark Seraphim, the author of ‘Super Gene’.The best online novel in 2024.The excellent work you absolutely cannot miss!!!————————–In the era of the starry skies, Lin Shen, who was treated by his family merely as a tool for bearing children and continuing the lineage, stumbled upon a pet egg that seemed to be pixelated by a mosaic.After a night’s sleep, he awoke to find the mosaic on the pet egg had disappeared, and new information had emerged in his mind.“A failed Super-Base Evolution Fire Seed—Seven Steps of Conflict: quicker with a gun beyond seven steps, quicker myself within seven steps.”

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.”