Major League System - Chapter 939: Shock (1)

In a world where magic and sorcery flourish came a tale of a nobody who grew into a legend. Partake in the conquests and tribulations of a great army where warriors live day-to-day, seeking the thrill of combat.

When she opens her eyes again, she is in a strange world, a new continent.

Born in the declining Yun family and being beaten to death by the son of a powerful family—this is her identity this life.

Her father and brother, who had protected her as if their lives depended on it, becomes her strength to continue living.

The great family fortune attracts a fatal disaster from greedy people.

Since she is reborn as Yun Feng, no one can touch the Yun family!

Whoever steals the Yun family’s assets would pay back five times the amount!

Whoever plots against Yun family’s lives would pay back ten times the amount!

If there are still people who dare to touch the Yun family, she would definitely return the favor with all her strength. She would not rest until she’s dead!

Therefore, she chooses to stand up without any hesitation! From then on, the continent would lose a good-for-nothing and gain an exceptional genius!

Is it very difficult for a warrior to advance? Sorry, I have a secret treasure to temper my body. I can advance two levels in three days.

Is a mage very powerful? I’m sorry, I don’t care. She senses the five elements, and an all-elemental mage is quietly born.

Is a summoner very rare? I’m sorry, I’m a summoner that appears only once in a thousand years. Moreover, I’m a five-elemental summoner. Magical beasts and so on are not a problem. There’s also a meatball that seems to be a ten-thousand-year magical beast~

With such a mysterious treasure in her possession, the Yun family’s Old Ancestor personally guides her cultivation path. Beside her is a strange meatball that seems to be an ancient magical beast. As a summoner that is hard to come by in ten thousand years, as well as a warrior, mage, socket master, refiner, and so on, she has always been very low-key—arrogant in a low-key manner!

Let us witness how this formidable lady starts from the beginning and scales to the top of the pyramid! From now on, she will rule the world!

“I know exactly who you are,” he murmured, his voice a low growl as he pressed me against the cold stone wall. His body caged mine, heat radiating from him like a wildfire waiting to consume.I lifted my chin, ignoring the way my pulse betrayed me. “Then you know why I’m here.”His lips brushed dangerously close to my ear, not touching—just enough to make my breath hitch. “Do you?” His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down my arm, stopping just before my bound wrists. “Because you don’t look like a hunter right now.”I swallowed hard. “And you don’t look like a monster.”He chuckled, dark and amused. “Oh, little hunter, you have no idea”. In a world where humans and werewolves are sworn enemies, fate weaves a different tale.Violet, the daughter of James—descended from a long line of legendary werewolf hunters—has spent her life preparing for one mission: to kill Alpha Zain, the feared Demon Alpha. To prove herself worthy, she must bring his head as a trophy. But when she finally faces him, destiny shatters everything she’s ever known.While her sisters, April and Jade, eagerly await news of her death, Violet finds herself entangled in a fate far more dangerous than she imagined. Because the greatest threat isn’t the battle between hunters and werewolves—it’s the bond that should have never existed.

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.”