The Wandering of an Unstuck Stepbro: Multiverse Travel - Chapter 271: The truth

Tomokui Kanata has been reincarnated into the weakest race, goblin, and given a new name, Rou, after having undergone an unfortunate death. However goblin Rou has retained his previous life’s memories, an unusual evolution, as well as being blessed with ability to gain status boosts from eating.

“World” is a game renowned for its remarkable freedom.

In “version 3.0”, I made the decision to maximize my focus on boosting magical abilities!

All stats now revolve around magic! But In turn, I embraced a substantial number of disadvantageous traits.

However, that is inconsequential. I am determined to forge the ultimate Wizard character, It matters little whether the character’s outward appearance resembles a walking corpse.

Yet… What is this?

I have suddenly transformed into that very character – a character with prodigious talent, yet unable to survive a single day without relying on drugs.

[Interstellar+Spiritual Power+Pure Romance+Marriage First, Love After+Livestreaming+Gourmet Food+Disguises]Reborn overnight, Qu Tong cried to death; her vast wealth was gone, and she even ended up owing a billion in taxes.Stuck with a cheap husband her cousin didn't want who can't have children? Rarely comes home? And throws in an entire planet to boot?Qu Tong wondered if there could be such good fortune?She carefully guarded her full fertility value, perfunctorily yet sincerely playing the role of a big shot's dainty wife.She grew energy fruits and vegetables, fed them on schedule, and incidentally improved the food for the entire squad by taking care of their home.The Insect Clan attacked, His Highness was injured, ditching class to visit, pah! To check in.His Highness was too aloof; unable to charm him after a long time, she went online searching for strategies and even inquired about how to reasonably inherit all of her husband's wealth in the case of divorce.The next day, Si Yuting glanced at the top search trends, then looked at his guilt-ridden dainty wife and laughed, “That's difficult, considering I'm just divorced, not dead.”Well-behaved and clever in front of others, behind their backs she did nothing of the sort.When her shop was reported, she cursed everyone who dissed her in the comment section one by one and blocked them all, leaving the netizens stunned: “Who taught her to curse like that?!!”In the academy competition, the enemy lacked honor, ganging up to bully the weak; Qu Tong pulled out a potion, directly turned the tables, and kicked them all out of the competition—no one can play me for a fool.When encountering a Star Thief, Qu Tong reassured everyone, ”Don't panic, I'll go reason with them.“ Then she single-handedly drove her mecha, cornering the Star Thief: “This is a robbery, hand over everything valuable.”...One day.Qu Tong, holding her medical report, asked, “If I say I can reproduce asexually, would you believe me?”“Guess.”

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.”