MTL - Ultimate Assassin System - v3 Chapter 785 Ru wife and my husband

After an ominous prophesy is discovered, the swordsmen of the kingdom of Ensis must band together to avoid the fate that has already been foretold.

Reborn as a Gotham minion and strayed into an evil organization, his heart is bright but he has fallen into darkness step by step. The whole world and even countless worlds are convincing the good guy Mason that it is obviously more promising to become a super villain in this era of disaster.

But Mason didn’t think it was easy to convince himself, so let’s do something simple.

How about we try to bring this dark and chaotic era back on track?

besides!

Batman and the heroes of the Justice League, when are you fucking going to do it? If I don’t close the net, I will go undercover and become the evil boss!

PS:

The real title of this book should be “Crossing the Beautiful Man: I Want to Be a Good Man”, “Gotham Legend: If I Were Robin, Would You Love Me?” “, “One Hundred and Eight Confessions of the Unlimited Traveling through the Worlds for White Whoring Monsters” and “The Tragic Past: From Craftsman Spirit to the No Return of Counterfeit Dealers”

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In the myriad realms, legends rise and fall in the countless eras.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.