Transmigration of Mian [Reluctantly] Becomes His Man [Wife] - Chapter 186: Exchange of Views Between the Two Countries (1)

“I shouldn't have used illegal downloads in the first place.”

Ian woke up in the middle of a strange swamp as his own terrible character.

In a dark era on the verge of destruction, the hopeless character struggles to safely return to reality.

Rhett never expected becoming king until he slayed an ice dragon out of self defense and fulfils an ancient dragon slayers prophecy which makes them to crown him as their king.Transported to a gloomy and medieval like world, he is faced with leading the dragon slayers, the weakest of slayers among other slayers - demon slayers, gargoyle slayers, ghost slayers and shadow slayers.But ruling isn't so glamorous as he had anticipated and he is instead a warrior, with a system like ability which he must level up by slaying Dragons.And to his disadvantage, the world he is his controlled by SLAYERIOUS, an unknown and unseen entity. But that won't stop Rhett, he intends on dominating his world and even daring to slay the strongest dragon still alive, ruieen.And who knows, he might just defeat SLAYERIOUS if he tries harder.[WSA 2025 ENTRY]

Ke Yin has a problem. Well, several problems.First, he's actually Kane from Earth.Second, he's stuck in a cultivation world where people don't just split mountains with a sword strike, they build entire universes inside their souls (and no, it's not a meditation metaphor).Third, he's got a system with a snarky spiritual assistant that lets him possess the recently deceased across dimensions.And finally, the elders at the Azure Peak Sect are asking why his soul realm contains both demonic cultivation and holy arts? Must be a natural talent.

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.”