Back to 1985: Spicy Pretty Wife - Chapter 1399

College graduate, Su Ming, accidentally became a temporary worker at the Super Zoo and gained the ability“Friend of Animals,” allowing him to communicate with animals, and even control them!Additional Tags: ACTION, ADVENTURE, MAGIC, SUPERPOWERS, EVOLUTION, URBAN, BEASTTAMING

A cursed CD game falls from the sky. I boot it up, build a ridiculously handsome villain with broken talents, and just as I hit “Start”—boom, I get electrocuted.Now I’ve reincarnated as Lucien Caelum Valebrandt, a six-year-old noble and the infamous villain who helped the Abyssians win the last war.Every 500 years, the Abyssian King is reborn. But when the 16 chosen heroes of this generation lost against the battle of the Abyssian King because of my character, the Goddess panicked—and rewound time.Now those same heroes remember everything… and they want me dead.Even though I just got here.All I wanted was to play a game. Now I’m the villain blamed for destroying the world.

“The Shadowx, the name of a warrior who does not have any elemental powers.Fighting those who stand in his way, his goal is still ambiguous. But, the light will be shed on it later after.”“A world which is led by elements, an era in whom humanity took control of the elements which are 4 main elements (Flame, Frost, Shock, Terra).”“A threat known as the dark powers came to destroy this empire of elements which is held by the strongest 3 elemental warriors, The Emperors.”“Even me, I am a warrior named Radiant. Time shall come to reveal everything, EVEN...ME.”

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.”