MTL - Return of the Dead [Holo] - Chapter 23

An RPG gamer who played the realistic VRMMORPG ‘The Amber Sword’ for years, finds himself teleported to a parallel world that resembled the game greatly. He takes on the body of an NPC who was fated to die, and with the feelings of the dying NPC and his own heartrending events in the game, he sets out to change the fate of a kingdom that was doomed to tragedy.

Take a look at the cover. Now take a look at the synopsis. Now take a look at the cover once again. Did you manage to see anything else outside of two big plots on it already? Then let me tell you this - if I'm willing to use this great cover for this novel, then surely as heck I am confident in the first chapter making you read more!

“Your servant is Majestic Star ‘Panther Head’ Lin Chong, from this day forward I am your woman!”

When the beautiful and heroic young girl in front of him shouted those heaven shattering words, Su Xing was overwhelmed with shock.

And so the tale of the 108 maidens of destiny from legends begins.

In Liangshan Continent, a genius is defined as a Star Master who is capable of signing the Star Duel Covenant contract with two Star Maidens. This was truly the limit.

But right now Su Xing’s dilemma is how to convince the “Strength Star” Lu Junyi to become his eighth Star Knight. And this is just the beginning…

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This novel is based on the ancient Chinese classic Water Margin or Outlaws of the Marsh. 108 beautiful maidens with earth shattering power is unleashed into the Liangshan Continent every 108 years. Our hero, a military pilot, ripped through space and time while test flying a new fighter jet and ended up in this world.

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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.”