I'm the Slit-Eyed Character at the Academy, but I'm not the Mastermind - Chapter 231

Tens of billions of people around the world come to the heavens to kill the world at the same time.

Hundreds of countries including Lighthouse Country, Dragon Country, Sakurajima Country compete!

Qin Feng awakened his supreme talent at the beginning!

SSS-level talent – endless extraction!

He can extract everything! Including extracting gods and demons!

【Successful extraction! You get space skills! 】

【Successful extraction! You get time skills! 】

[The extraction is successful! You get 100 strength attributes! 】

[The extraction is successful! You get 100 points of agility! 】

[The extraction is successful! You have obtained A-level talent! 】

[The extraction is successful! You have obtained an S-level talent! 】

[Successful extraction! You get SS-level talent! 】

Since then, Qin Feng has started the road of infinite harvesting……

- Description from novelbuddy

Lu You is a blind man, but because of an earthquake, he traveled to the planet Osius three thousand years later.
The people on this planet are human beings. After the destruction of the earth, human beings migrated to the Fire vein galaxy,
In order to better adapt to the environment, human beings have been fused with adult and animal genes.
Females are all extinct because they cannot adapt to the alien environment.
The only ones left are the animal-shaped orcs who can transform, and the sub-orcs with reproductive functions.

Avoid thunderstorms:

This article insists on 1v1, no change of attack, no uncleanness.
In the future interstellar, there are armors, cute things, steamed stuffed buns, golden fingers, and bloody sprinkling from time to time.
ps: Future Interstellar, the full text is the author YY, a hodgepodge that cannot stand the test.

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The world’s largest VRMMO, Conviction, was almost like a second world for humanity. It had integrated itself into the real world’s economy, with both corporations and individuals seeking their fortunes through the game.

In this game, Nie Yan prided himself in his Level 180 Thief. He could barely be considered among the top experts in the game. Though, that was the only thing he could take pride in. He was penniless and unable to advance in life; a situation he was forced into by the enemy of his father. If it weren’t for the little money he made by selling off items in Conviction, he would’ve barely been able to eat. In the end, he chose to settle his matters once and for all. He assassinated his father’s enemy. He lay dying shortly after being shot in the pursuit.

However, that wasn’t the end of his story. Instead, he awoke moments later to find that he had reincarnated into his past self. Armed with his experience and knowledge of future events, he sets out to live his life anew.

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.”