Necromancer: I Am A Disaster - Chapter 539: Selecting The Strong From Among The Weak

On an ordinary day, an inventory livestream descended upon the dimensional multiverse. Those who were selected all had a faint blue light screen appear before them.Immediately after, large characters appeared in front of them.《 Dimensional World Inventory — Top 10 Famous Scenes 》 Scene 1: One person, one sword, guarding a city, battling seventy thousand...Scene ***: The man who almost kicked out the grand finale, Eight Gates Formation! Might Guy!Scene ***: Menma, I found you!Scene ***: .....As one scene after another of regretful characters appeared, everyone watching the scenes shed tears.Monkey D. Luffy: That's amazing, one person, one sword, not only fought against seventy thousand people, but also returned alive?Uzumaki Naruto: I didn't expect that seemingly ordinary guy to be so powerful!Uchiha Sasuke: The one who made the final save was actually you.Jinta Yadomi: Menma, we found you~Everyone: Menma, we found you~Honma Meiko “Menma”: Hi! I've been found!

It is said that humans only reveal 5% of their DNA. The person you perceive yourself to be and the person others judge you for is determined by this 5%. No one can know what is in the hidden 95%.

After five years, Ning Xi has returned and is out to take revenge on the sister who turned her parents against her and the childhood sweetheart who betrayed her for her sister. She aims to fulfill her childhood dream and become a famous actress. However, her sister is still out to get her, and she has to avoid all her underhanded schemes.

One day, after falling into one of her sisters’ schemes, she meets an adorable kid and saves him. This is how Ning Xi found herself staying at the autistic little kid’s house to help him come out of his shell. Slowly, his father, Lu Tingxiao, starts falling for her too.

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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.”