Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World - Chapter 193: Please Support Me on Kofi!

In the middle of the night, looking at the woman in his embrace, he smiled devilishly, “With your discontentment, do you want me to continue?”

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO AWAKEN A POWER. INSTEAD, HE AWAKENED NOTHING.Louis Lee is the son of two legendary Earth Defenders, but when the superpower evaluation test reveals that he's powerless, his world crumbles. Mocked, abandoned, and broken, Louis becomes a target in a world where strength is everything.But fate has other plans.When a devastating alien invasion shatters the city, Louis is abducted by the same monsters that once killed his parents.Subjected to a brutal experiment, Louis is implanted with a living alien core, a weapon to annihilate humanity at once but instead the core grants him incredible powers making him, half human and half monster.But now, Louis is Earth's only hope of defeating the invaders, but the more he uses the core, the more it mutates him, transforming him into something far more scary.

[Mature Content]Khalifa Fei, a famed water mage, suddenly woke up into a stupidly enjoyable book about the undead.Although she transmigrated into a cannon fodder who didn't even have a name in the book... she really didn't mind.After all, how could she possibly miss watching the book she liked in the flesh??What she didn't expect was that there would be so many... distractions along the way.Would she even be able to prepare properly with all these men pulling her to bed?

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.”