The Best of Tomorrow - Chapter 11.2: Chapter 11 - Part 2

Truck-Kun strikes again, but Dan isn't heading to a fantasy world; it's coming to him! Dan will have to figure things out on his own, waking up with a strange new power and his head in a pretty girl's lap!

A crazy voice claiming to be an AI named Orphus tells him the world is about to change, and a battle of good and evil will tear the entire world apart. Dan isn't told he is the only Hero out of the thousands of humans that received special powers!

The Truth of the AI might change everything, but as far as Daniel can see, the AI are a problem that he needs to deal with. This journey is only just beginning, more danger is on the horizon, and Daniel finds out that the problems he faces now are just a warm-up for the actual challenge.

Even if the universe turns against Daniel, he must stand tall and face it all. There isn't anyone else who can do it; he is the only Hero in a universe trying to tear itself apart.

The Hero isn't alone.

Daniel will have the help of his girls, those close to him, and friends he makes along the way. Get ready for a journey that stretches past the limits of your imagination, the known universe!

After the battle, the beautiful senior sister shyly raised her face in front of you and slowly closed her eyes. At this time, you…

Eh? The choice this time was too simple. Of course, it was four.

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.”

In a foreign country, a leisurely little farmer.

Beer, side dishes, beef and sheep barbecue, small pond, three or five fish and shrimp, a pot of soup.

There are hundreds of flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer, snow in winter, and a hut in the woods.

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