The daughter of a wealthy family who had been reborn earned a lot of money - Chapter 1317

Morca, a mere mortal who dared to ascend to the heavens and claim his place among the so-called gods, ultimately failed. Not because of his own weakness, but because he was forced to watch his beloved little brother be slain by the Heavenly Titan Court’s envoy.In that moment of grief and distraction, the Heavenly Titan Court’s envoy, realizing they could not stop him through conventional means, placed upon him the Curse of Eternal Doom, a fate that ensured both the heavens and the abyssal realms would relentlessly pursue him until his existence was completely erased.And it nearly worked. His soul teetered on the brink of annihilation, moments away from being extracted.Then, everything turned blank.===Morca, after 'transmigrating' into the world of Eden, awakened a powerful system that granted him a unique SSS+ talent. This talent allowed him to grow stronger through battle and killing. With the system’s aid, he advanced rapidly, eventually ascending into the Oblivion Realm–a place beyond the known and the unknown. There, he uncovered a great secret that no one had ever imagined existed.During his journey to power, he met Neo Laura, a companion bound to him by the system.===The birth of the Child of Nihility. An entity destined to shake the heavens, the abyssal realms, and even the oblivion realm itself.===Everything in existence has an opposite. So, if nothing exists beyond the darkest space… then shouldn't its opposite be everything?Beyond the endless void outside the universe lies the Oblivion Realm, home of the Nihilians.They are described in a single word, Catalytic.They grow quickly. They Course destruction just as fast.Shrouded in mystery, their existence is a paradox.

The leader of the thousand demons, the Demon God Chun YeoWoon. Due to an unfortunate accident, he had been sent to the distant future.

They said they came from out of nowhere. There were no signs of their arrival nor there were any loud sounds.

One day, Humanity woke up and was forced to accept their existence...along with the destruction they brought with them.

Ashton West, a orphan and a transmigrator from Earth. He woke up in this near-apocalyptic world without anyone else to rely on aside from himself.

Thankfully, he was blessed with a golden finger that came with his transmigration package!

Ashton: This world needs a Hero...sadly, I can't be bothered to be one.

Ashton: Surely there's someone out there who can fulfill that role. As for me? Well...

"Being 'Humanity's Strongest Backer' doesn't sound so bad."

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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.”