MTL - I Don’t Dare to Oppose a Protagonist Anymore - Chapter 71 tension

This book features a slice-of-life style with minimal system presence, welcome to enjoy.[Theoretically, this system can target any cognitive being in the universe.][After selecting a target, the host will randomly acquire the target's skill level and talent.][When the target is of the same gender, skill experience acquisition speed +50%, skill level cap -50%.][When the target is of a different species, trigger 404 aura, skill experience acquisition speed +100%, instant death probability +99%.][After a failed targeting, the punishment mechanism is activated, halving the host's basic stats, entering an absolute weak state, and resetting skill levels.]Traversing into this world, Bai Chuan Ze Ping observes this problematic system, then looks at the top student and beautiful girl of the class...Hmm, perhaps... this classmate could be a fine learning companion.PS: This book is also known as “My Talent Comes from My Girlfriend.”

Both mortals and cultivators are afraid of death, yet Jiang Cheng isn't. With the Undefeated System, he could benefit from each of his deaths and comes back to life every time.“Ding, detected that the host is dead, the Undefeated System is officially activated.”“The host gains a hundred million lives, and once killed in the future, will be resurrected in full health within 30 seconds.”“In the midst of life and death, there is great opportunity, after resurrection, the host will surely defeat the opponent...”

Noah Weaverheart was nothing but a poor boy with zero talent in Magic.Stuck at the Apprentice Magus rank for years, he was bullied and looked down upon by everyone in the academy.His pathetic life met an end at the hands of an arrogant noble, who decided to bury him and go about his day like nothing happened.However, as he drifted in between the space between life and afterlife, a set of notifications appeared before Noah.[Suitable Host Found!][Initializing The Supreme Magus System!][…][ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!]Before he could understand what was going on, he found himself jolted back to life, but the notifications wouldn’t stop flooding his vision.[A bug has been discovered in the system!][Trying to fix bug…][Fixing Bug…][…][ERROR! FIXING FAILED!][ERROR! SYSTEM FALLING APART!][…][ERROR! BUG UNABLE TO BE FIXED!][The system has been corroded by the bug. All parameters broken down. Required EXP for leveling up now fixed, limits on quests completely removed, Penalty on quests disabled.]At first, he thought it was a disaster.Then he realized—this bug wasn’t a curse, but a huge blessing in disguise!With no restrictions holding him back, Noah could now level up endlessly—faster and stronger than anyone alive.From worthless trash to an unstoppable force, he would rise above all… becoming the most powerful magus in existence!But the more he learns about his broken system… he realized the bug might be something far greater, and far more dangerous than he ever imagined.

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.”