Syl - Chapter 203: Acid Magic 101

Su Han is a transmigrator, and this is not the first time he has transmigrated.

For the first time, I traveled to the digital world, and after clearing the level, I came to the world of the resurrection of the elves.

And awakened digital templates.

In short, it is to find spirits with the same nature as Digimon, and cultivate and evolve Digimon.

And the goblin gym, which happened to be facing the old mother, was going to go bankrupt.

Su Han directly took it down, who said that men can’t open a fairy gym?

Miao Miao — Super Miao Miao — Dilu Beast — Heavenly Girl Beast — Venus Beast!

Lily Root Doll – Balu Beast – Miss Skirt – Flower Fairy Beast – Rose Beast

“Su Han, it’s not bad! You know that the old mother is waiting to hold her grandson, and even has a girlfriend?”

“This girlfriend is not bad, tall and slender! Why is she blindfolded?” Mom.

“?????” Su Han.

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An underachiever, a chance accident. He gained the premier Cultivation Technique, and from then on, his fate was completely changed.Cultivating superpowers, protecting the campus beauty! With overwhelming strength, he swept through all formidable enemies and made the world tremble with his military might!This is a tale of world conquest! It is also an unbeaten, fiery legend!

Zhang Qiu is an archaeology undergraduate. One month ago, he went to Qinling Mountains with a group of archaeologist doctorate students led by Prof. Fang, to study the newly discovered ancient tomb. While the people were excited to open the tomb, Zhang Qiu was pushed back, and accidentally fell into an opening. Before he fainted, he saw a pair of red eyes staring at him. When woke up, he discovered that he was deflowered! QAQ he remembered the deeds and often dreamed of it.

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.”