Soul Fusion Online - Chapter 129.3: Guild Recruitment Part 3

Corrupted System Activating…Host: ZaneAge: 0/20Cultivation: NoneSkill: NoneMission: Find Missing System Parts Reward: Voice Feature and More—————Zane, once a ruthless mafia boss, met his end through poison. But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself reborn, with a broken system and a cruel fate. He had only 20 years to live.Before he could even process his situation, his beautiful sexy mother abandoned him. As if that wasn’t enough, he was thrown into the middle of a deadly desert, left to starve or be devoured by the monsters lurking beneath the sands.Abandoned, Betrayed, powerless will Zane be able to survive, uncover the truth, and reclaim what was stolen from him?—————Here are some additional tags:- Reincarnation- Corrupted System- Betrayal- Sect Building- Monsters & Beasts- Scheming MC- Overpowered Potential- Cruel World- Revenge- Beautiful Step Sister- Body Refining- Hidden Bloodline...

Yuka, reborn as the daughter of the universe's richest man, tries to live a simple life. She gets a big shock when she has to join Union University of the Alliance because of government rules.In university, Yuka picks an easy major, hoping to keep a low profile. But her plan doesn't work. She keeps facing tough situations that show off her smart mind and strong skills. Yuka tries hard to live normally but keeps getting pulled into extraordinary accidents.This is the story about how Yuka grows. It's about her trying to hide her real identity while dealing with a world that always challenges her.

Nine Tribulation Immortal Emperor, reborn in the city!One Earth, one Immortal Realm, the difference is as vast as that between heaven and earth!

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.”