Odyssey of the Renegade Sovereign - Chapter 40: Soul Space (3)

Different Hollywood, different life, there are only wonderful works, telling a new legend.

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After discovering about her wealthy husband’s affair, she humiliates the adulterous pair on the streets and divorces him the very next morning. Just as everyone anticipates her downfall, she goes on to marry the most brilliant bachelor in the nation whom her unfaithful former husband cannot hold a candle to!

Shen Zhe, a low-achieving student with intermittent obsessive-compulsive disorder, traverses into a world of high achievers.

A writing notebook, which can change the Rules and formulate the Truth, appears in his mind.

Emperor: Where is my sword?

Shen Zhe: I have eliminated items of the same kind and ours are gone too.

Army Chief : Where is my army’s war sabre?

Shen Zhe: The army’s war sabre is a standard weapon. After extracting from all, there is only one left in my hands.

Expert: I have a secret art that can increase twice its power instantaneously.

Shen Zhe mulls over it and changes the “2” on his own forehead to “3”.

Big boss of an alien world: As long as our lineage is not extinguished, we will kill the entire human race sooner or later.

Shen Zhe hesitates a little and writes three characters “404”. Hundreds of millions of books disappeared in a flash, and the alien civilization was destroyed.

Your soul leaves the body. I have a separation wall.

You can hide. I can open up the place.

You need to ride a flying divine beast for travel. Sorry to say, I can easily travel by changing the coordinates.

What? You think I’m ugly? I dare not add the perfect score. After adding it, I’m afraid you will find me irresistible and cannot control yourself…….

This is a story about how a low achiever changes an existing world and creates a new 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.”