I've Been AFK for Ten Million Years - Chapter 245: An Accidental Encounter with 2 Innate Human Clan Members

I became a mage character from my favorite game.

In a world where 99.9% of all men were wiped out and future births only had a 0.1% chance of being male, the role of men in society became that of celebrities graciously donating their seed to the masses. With the world population declining, pregnancy has become a social status, affording women government assistance, health insurance, and citizenship should they find a man to bless them with seed. With an only 1 in a 1000 chance of finding a guy, many women will do anything it takes to get close to a man and become pregnant. And should those women bear a male, it’s like winning the lottery, the remainder of their lives set as they receive massive stipends and no responsibility but to nurture their sons. Clyburn was reincarnated into such a world. Can a former unsuccessful business man properly navigate a female-centric world full of woman who just want to use him for his seed? With an overprotective mother, two caring sisters, and the mind of an adult, he might just.

The abyss invades, leading to the digitization of the world.This isn't a game, but a confrontation between the world and the abyss. Losing means losing our homes, and the defeat of human civilization means its end.There are no winners...at least there never have been before.Lu Heng once again stands at the starting point of the abyss' arrival, resolutely picking up the crystal core, embarking on a path strewn with blood and thorns...The abyss battlefield countdown begins: 3 hours...[Battlefield mode: Desert Escape Killing][Main Quest: Survive three days][Awakened initial talent 'Divine Evolution', breaking the skill level limits and elevating skills to a higher form.]The abyss invades various celestial civilizations, with cyber civilization, dark iron dwarf civilization, elves civilization... appearing in turn.

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.”