MTL - I Had a Home In 1982 - Chapter 499 498. Watching the sea and listening to Taolin, emergency rescue

'My life is boring.'Cole thought when he was 14 years old.He thinks that there's nothing special about him or his life.And he thought that the only reason he was alive is because he was not dead yet.But then, at the age of 16, Cole developed a hobby.And that's reading novels.When he's reading, he feels emotions he normally wouldn't feel!Cole feels like he's been brought into a different world!And reading novels made him forget about the boredom he's feeling!So he really enjoyed and liked novels!To the point that he even started making one!Yes, Cole became a novel author and his works were seen and read by many people around the world!And seeing people talking about his work and supporting him made Cole enjoy writing too!But after reading and writing novels again and again... for a long time.Cole started to feel less excitement and thrill in doing them...Nevertheless, he didn't stop.Cole feels like he would be bored to death if he stop, so he just continued.Ting-!“Huh?”Then one day, while Cole was reading through the comments of his novel.He received a mail...The sender was anonymous and the content of it didn't make sense to him.“My work had been chosen...?”“They will grant my wish?”“What kind of bullshit is this?”So Cole didn't pay attention to the mail....“Eh?”Though, he suddenly woke up in a different body and a different world!Cole was sent inside his novel!And he became Raven Obadiah...?Who's that?The protagonist? No.The villain? No.One of the major characters? No.I don't know who the fuck Raven is too!Cole doesn't know him too!In short, he's just a fucking extra with no importance in the novel!But there's something weird about Raven's life that Cole doesn't know...And Cole, receiving a chance to have a life he could only dream of in the past...“Hiding strength?”“Staying an extra?”“Letting the main characters handle everything?”“Those sounds boring as fuck!”Cole, or should I say, Raven—decided to live a life full of excitement!He will do whatever he wants, and he wouldn't let anyone stop him!

Shiro Sakamaki was reborn into a new world with one simple goal: to live a peaceful, luxurious life free from drama.But when he transfers to a prestigious high school in Tokyo, he quickly discovers that his new reality is anything but ordinary. The city is a strange mix of supernatural forces, ghostly phenomena, and events that feel like they’ve jumped straight out of an anime.Before long, bizarre occurrences follow him everywhere, along with a series of beautiful, mysterious girls—from the arrogant, blonde twin-tailed exorcist, to the mysterious quintuplet sisters, to a passerby heroine with hidden powers.As Shiro gets tangled in the supernatural chaos, he realizes he’s at the center of something far darker. Cursed relics begin to surface, and Ancient, Evil Outer Gods—whose very presence bends reality—start to stir.Now, Shiro must figure out why he’s caught in this web of strange occurrences while trying to survive school and the surreal new world he’s been thrust into.

The Celestial Express is a train that goes from one galaxy to the next, picking up passengers along the way.Its Navigator, the one who drives it through the stars, is a god who can grant those passengers wishes.Jax arrives on the Celestial Express with no memories but a single wish—to save someone. After learning what the Navigator is capable of, he decides to go find him.To find the Navigator, he must go through TEN different Carriages, all of which contain a world of their own.And, he must do it with a restriction called Single Spell Sorcerer.

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.”