MTL - Zerg OL: This Game Has 100 Million Points of Liver - Chapter 476 Four hundred and sixty fifth preparation

In Dracoria, a world dominated by dragons, eighteen year old Zephyr Valorian is dismissed as the lowest of the low with his F-rank status. On his eighteenth birthday, Zephyr's life takes a dramatic turn as he awakens to an SSS-rank dragon taming ability, a power believed to be lost to legend.This revelation is accompanied by the discovery of a mystical pink orb, from which hatches Emberlyn, a rare spectral dragon with immense untapped potential. As they grow together, Zephyr and Emberlyn draw the gaze of both allies and enemies within the magical community.Thrust into the intricate politics of the Tamer's Council and a challenging academy, Zephyr unravels secrets of his lineage that tie his family to the very origins of dragon taming. Facing threats and political intrigue, he learns to master his formidable powers.SSS-Rank Dragon Tamer: Unleashed is a captivating tale of a young man's rise from obscurity, fraught with danger, betrayal, and the forging of unbreakable bonds that will determine the fate of their world.

Between heaven and earth lies the greatest truth, and the manifestation of the great truth descends in the form of Gu.　　People cultivate the Qi of heaven and earth around their bodies to control Gu and exert their magical power.　　One year after his transmigration, Chen Qing finally discovered his special features on the day he contracted his first Gu. He was actually able to see through everything about the Gu...　　Therefore, he began to march toward the road to immortality step by step.

Jiang Xi, the warden of a mental asylum, transmigrated one day and became a girl from a farming village who had three engagements annulled and hanged herself three times.

Jiang Xi: That’s ridiculous!Jiang Xi was a psychic who could make predictions come true just by talking.

If she claimed that someone’s house would collapse, it would collapse the next day, even if it was structurally sound. In her previous life, her predictions were a little too real for her family.

They were spooked by her abilities and left her at that asylum.

She was unconcerned and adapted to life there like a duck to water. Though she managed to get promoted to warden after much difficulty, she suddenly transmigrated, and everything was suddenly the way it was before.

She studied her leaking house and sighed to herself.

Whatever. She would live life one day at a time, then.

When her mother clumsily ruined the family’s crops, Jiang Xi assured her: They would be fine tomorrow.Her mother wiped her tears and woke up the following day to check on the crops…

only to find that the ruined sprouts were budding! During the dry season, Jiang Xi’s father stared dolefully at the crops that looked like they were going to wither and die.

Jiang Xi simply pursed her lips and said: There will be a downpour soon.Jiang Xi’s father doubted her words.

But three days later, a downpour came, and he looked just like a happy child.Everyone in the village began to call Jiang Xi a lucky star, and the village head was willing to yield his position to her so that she would lead the village to riches. Bachelors proposed to her and came to her house with generous gifts even though they used to scorn her, but a tanned, muscular man with rough facial features stood in their way before they could reach the Jiangs’ house.

Zhao Xiping pointed at Jiang Xi and declared loudly: My wife! Mine!

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.”