World Traveler Villain - Chapter 159: CH: 158 Immortality

After crossing over to Naruto World, Shiranui Yuuji found that there was an incomparably terrifying Godzilla in his body.

“You are Tailless Bijuu? Your chakra is astonishing…. What a coincidence, so am I.”

“You know Bijuu’s coat? I don’t have Bijuu’s coat, but I do have Godzilla Coat-”

“Bijuudama is terrifying!! It can destroy a mountain as soon as he sends it down?”

Hiss, that Bijuudama scared Yuuji, he quickly moved his hands to form seals,

“Nuclear Release – Atomic Breath!”

When Yuuji turned into Red lotus form, Godzilla pressed Nine-Tailed to the ground.

“Nine-Tailed, your strength is too strong. You need to be fried…”

Nine-Tailed, “?”

“What Jinchuriki are you exactly?”

Warning: There will be a lot of explicit content. No one under +18 allowed.---------“Extremely Masculine Energy Physique, meets the host conditions, the crooked system is officially activated.”Walker who returned to his village unexpectedly receives a system.But something is not right, the system is very lus...[Today's task requires the host to vent his lust before dawn.][Complete the task, officially enter the extraordinary realm, and have the strongest practice method generated by the system.][If the task fails, you will suffer from severe impotence and will never get an erection for the rest of your life.]“Fuck...”

It was an era of war unlike ever seen before in Murim history.To end the horrible war, numerous heroes had sacrificed their lives and disappeared on the battlefield.This is the story of a man that longed to be a hero and the story of his brilliant rise to the top.***Joo Seo-Cheon is a man who luckily survives the Warring Era and becomes the Hwasan sect’s elder, only to live a life full of regrets and doubts.He lays on his deathbed waiting for the inevitable when he is returned to the past…

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.”