A Wizard's Secret - Chapter 1058 - The Power of Destruction!

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Ai Qian, a street-crazy author who wakes up every day because of her own poverty, is bound by the system!
The system is obedient: Host, you are the daughter of a rich family, you are a billionaire female president, you are a superstar… Are you happy?
Ai Qian: Hehe, I might be happier if there is no hero who can kill me at any time.

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A goddess of another world who called herself Goddess Liliel gave a unique skill [Creation Magic] to the nameless protagonist who is going to be reincarnated into another world.

Although she had knowledge of Japan in her previous life, she couldn’t remember the specifics—-the girl who decided to call herself Chise, invented the [Seed of Magic] in order to increase her mana, and continued creating them with her increased mana.

The girl who obtained massive amounts of mana stopped aging, and eventually obtained perpetual youth.

The forever young loli cheat creation witch Chise brought her companion Tet, her golem daughter who can’t grow old, to become an adventurer, and traveled around various places in a different world with the safe land as a base that she personally created.

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.”