Martial Arts Master - Chapter 741 - A Serious Warrior Sage

[You have entered the dungeon at Gwachun Station’s 1st Exit.] When former high school student Kang Woojin finds himself returned back to Earth after being forcibly summoned to a foreign planet for 20 years, he soon finds that Earth is not the same, normal place as he once remembered it to be.

Charles transmigrated to the Beast Mastery World and became a Beast Master.At the beginning, he participated in the Beast Awakening Ceremony, where there were thousands of pets with varying qualities. Which one should he choose?At the start, he participates in the Tamer Awakening Ceremony, with thousands of pets of varying qualities. Which one should he choose?Fortunately, he has awakened a system that allows him to see hints that only he can perceive.“Hint: 【The Double Sword Praying Mantis】, Lv1, decent skills but low quality, insufficient for later stages...”“Hint: 【The Four-Winged Tiger】, Lv1, strong and robust but timid, may abandon its master and run away...”“Hint: 【The Frost Wolf】, Lv5, Gold quality, extremely rare with both Ice and Fire attributes...”Charles: “I want to make a contract with the Frost Wolf!”Teacher: “The success rate for the first contract is 100%, which is very rare. Are you sure about your choice?”Guild: “This Frost Wolf is weak and has poor combat ability. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?”Charles: “No need to reconsider. It’s the one!”

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.”

Once an imperial princess, now reborn among the lowest of s*aves of the nobility.