The Great Core's Paradox - Chapter 264: With A Hand Behind The Back

In the grand weekend year, demons cause chaos, and people cannot live peacefully.Han Zheng, carrying the game setting he designed [Taotie Furnace], travels to this world. By sacrificing to the furnace, one can break through martial arts techniques.From [White Ape Extended Arm Fist] to [Ape Demon Nine Transformations].From [Vajra Fist] to [Great Vajra Ming King Seal] and then to [Great Mighty Dragon Bodhisattva View].From [True Martial Refinement] to [True Martial Holy Body] and then to [True Martial Indestructible Body]There are no gods in the world, hence demons run rampant, and evil spirits are everywhere.As Han Zheng kills his way through the chaotic world of demons, looking back, he has become the only true god in this world!

I was transmigrated into a webtoon based on an alternate history of a shitty empire.‘I will overthrow this country with my own hands.’And the answer I arrived at upon experiencing it was ‘Coup D’état’.

“I want to be someone who matters. And I want to know what it feels like to be in love.”Ezra sold his soul to the Storyteller for a chance to live in a world of magic. But Oberyn? - he was cast away from his home, shackled by a destiny he refuses to obey.But destiny isn’t the only force pulling their world apart. A surge of wild magic threatens to unravel everything, and neither can control it. If they want to survive, they’ll have to surrender to something even more dangerous: each other.At first, they’re reluctant allies. Then friends. Then… something neither of them is ready to name.Ezra is plucky, affectionate, and full of heart. Oberyn is proud, aloof, and single-minded in his goals. They couldn’t be more different - until Ezra’s Desire System reveals the one thing Oberyn wants more than anything else.In a world where magic bends to will, control is everything. But when fate ties them together, who will be the first to give in?Genres: Transmigration, System, Magic, Romance, (R-18), boyxboy (bxb)

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.”