Tatakau Shisho - Volume 10, Chapter 3: Recollection of a Certain Spectator – Part 1

Orodan was an orphaned street rat who clawed his way to the county militia with hard work. However calamitous events unfold and draw him into events bigger than himself and Orodan's battle-loving disposition leads to a warrior's death for him. Only for him to wake up again on the day of.In a world of skills, titles and blessings; a smart time looper would perhaps scheme, plan, amass equipment and allies. But not Orodan. If there's one thing he's good at it's stubbornly trying the same thing over and over again via brute force till it's done.If a wall is in front, going around is not an option. Instead batter it with your head thousands of times till either the wall breaks or you do. And gain skill levels along the way

All Things of this World, Turn to Ashes, Flowing Blade-like Flame!

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.”

Orion was on his way back home from work.He was hurrying back home to take a nap while planning how he would spend his weekend as well, but while he was lost in thought, a truck suddenly appeared out of nowhere and the last thing he remembered was the truck barreling towards him before everything around him turned dark.However to his surprise, he didn’t feel any pain after having the accident. In fact, he couldn’t see anything.Everything around him seemed dark but when he opened his mouth to speak, he heard the gurgling sounds of a baby.Noticing that the one sounding like a baby was him, Orion tried to open his eyes to know exactly where he was, but when he did, the first thing his eyes fell upon was a stunning beautiful elf, holding him with the most tenderest of care.Not only was she his mother, she was also a queen as well and she had a beautiful sister who adored him just as much as his mother.Aside from this, Orion also noticed he had received a system which allowed him to grow and evolve faster than a normal High Elf but after finding out the huge role his mother played in eradicating the war between all races, Orion vowed to live a happy and fulfilling life with his mother, aunt and a few others he cared a lot about.