The Phantom's Gambit - Chapter 5: Bound

While she was opening and closing her eyes, Mu Rou Sang had finished her transmigration.

“Her background was miserable, her family was ruined, she had no parents, and she had no brothers or sisters.”

She only had one brother who was dependent on each other.

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An ordinary student accidentally traveled into an other universe and became the king of a small kingdom. He had gotten a “Cheating Code” of life and was able to complete something extraordinary. This is the story about a king that was able to conquer continents and leave behind him an ultimate legend that will be recited between every generation to come.

Asura – proud, warlike, cruel, heartless.

A young adult with a mysterious background follows his father’s prophecy and enters the world of «Rebirth», somehow managing to inherit the Xuanyuan Sword, and also unexpectedly obtaining the hidden class Asura.

Following the tracks of both virtual and reality he gradually discovers a secret hidden for the past billion years.

Asura, the class that used to shake the lands has now completely disappeared. He must now go on a journey to find the true meaning of Asura—until the day he transforms and becomes one with Asura.

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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.”