The Omniversal Merchant - Chapter 44: The Arrival of Zhou Hu

People say, follow the destiny.

Traveling through time to become the despised descendant of the Shen family, the royal family gave him the proud daughter of heaven.

The proud daughter of heaven is pleased with the son of the Shen family, and the Shen family does not want to marry such a fairy.

Everyone said that this down-and-out young man should accept his fate, how could he climb up to heaven’s pride.

But even though it is called the destiny, it is not a human matter!

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Winged beasts with a hundred-meter wingspan swooped from the skies above.Bloodthirsty creatures weaved and leapt between skyscrapers, in search of prey.Thunderous beasts shrouded in lightning took steps that shook the earth with each stride.Humans hid, trembling in the city ruins, praying for the protection of the World Tree.Outside the city, a gargantuan tree that eclipsed the sun, opened its eyes.“This is the city under my sanctuary. Leave, or meet your death!”In an instant, all beasts submitted.PS: Mutated Animals + Lord genre!Early-stage main storyline: Tame Mutated Animals and establish power.In the mid to late stages, the protagonist can transform into a human.

After reincarnated in a world of Gods, Demons, and Great Emperors, Wang Wei embarks on a journey to bear Heaven Mandate, proves the Dao and proclaims himself a Great Emperor… a Supreme Being that overlooked Myriad World and races.

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.”