While Others Cultivate, I Use My Multiverse System - Chapter 163: Straight to the battlefield

This is probably the story of a modern man who became the Seventh son of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty. This is probably the story of how the Seventh brother Yinyou worked hard and fell in love by the way. So there is no doubt that this article is ambiguous, and it is easy to guess who the couple is.

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Su An was thrown into a world of quick transmigration by his suitor, who attempts to approach him with a different identity.

Hidden dangers can not be prevented, but fortunately, with sweet words and beauty, Su An has won the love of the big bosses from each world.

An indifferent painter suffering from mental illness, a flirtatious bandit young master from a wealthy family, a demon monk with powerful martial arts skills…

To Su An’s surprise: Every big boss is poking my appetite!

The big bosses who got hooked up: …

They all gave a meaningful smile.

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A mysterious force has descended upon Earth, giving birth to another terrifying civilization. At the age of eighteen, everyone is forcibly sent into the Horror Game World. While people struggle to survive, submerged in fear, Qin Nuo discovers a unique ability: by influencing the emotions of ghosts, he can earn rewards from the system. Moreover, with each completed mission, he can establish his own enterprises within the Horror World.Thus, Qin Nuo's journey begins:Working as a server at the Nether Springs Restaurant,Serving as the attending physician at the Death Hospital,Becoming a waiter at the Netherworld Hotel,Teaching at the Terror Academy...As Qin Nuo zealously completes one mission after another, he eventually realizes that he has become a formidable figure in the realm of ghosts.

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.”