MTL - Counter Attack - Chapter 12 Wash your heart and re-do

After transmigrating to the wasteland and surviving some crises, Qu Jianlei is forced to be injected with unknown gene medicine, which by chance opens the gate to cultivation for him...

I gave them my everything.My time… my strength… my heart.I trained while they slept.I smiled when they laughed.I stayed… even when it hurt.And what did I get?Nothing.They looked at me like I was pathetic.Like, I didn’t belong.Like I was… less.But I... the naive person I am, continued trusting them.They told me to act like trash, fine—I became trash.They told me to act like a scumbag, fine—I played the role.However...One mistake, one single moment...That’s all it took.And they threw me away.But now…Someone else woke up in my body.A stranger, a man who doesn’t know the pain I suffered, but wears my face.Let’s see what he does with it.Because me?I’m done with this life, so to the soul who took over my body...This is your mess now…'Gray'.

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.”

Liu Wei wanted to be a librarian, simply taking care of the books he deeply loved. However, he was a son of a wealthy businessman and his future was already cemented.He fought for his passion and, in the end, he was cast out.With no home to go, he was hit by a truck and transmigrated in the cultivation world with a Legendary Librarian System!“Librarian, I read a book on how to cultivate chickens to start a business from your library and followed it. Why did my chickens suddenly fly and become a phoenix?!”“Librarian, I read the book about the alchemy process from your library and followed it. Why did my pills suddenly roar and manifest into a dragon?!”“Librarian, I read a book about how to take care of my horses from your library and followed it. Why did my horse suddenly grow wings and horn and fly?!”“Librarian…”They were in awe, the librarian and his library are shrouded in mystery.