Chaos Devourer System - Chapter 67 Middle Star Rank Stage

I shall see the end of this story.It was the dream of every reader to travel to the world of their favourite novel even if it was a fleeting thought.But that was impossible. A work of fiction will simply remain a story. But it was different for our MC.He suddenly found himself in the world of his favourite webnovel. The genre of his life completely changed.The new world was a world filled with destruction and death was lingering at every corner.He was the last reader and he must survive in this forsaken world.

Ajax was an orphan who survives a massacre along with his friends but unfortunately gets separated from them.

Fortunately, after a turn of events, he successfully gains a system which helps him increase his cultivation, but doesn't know what it is called.

But he knows one thing for sure, this system is very powerful and helpful in taking his revenge.

“Whoever you are, I am gonna find you”, Ajax mumbled himself with a disgruntled expression.

In a world where Summoning of an elemental spirit is done through a dream when they are 15 years old, Ajax with the help of a system and his summoned spirits sets out on a journey to seek revenge against the mastermind behind the massacre.

A series of nine stars occurred here, and various creatures violently mutated, killing the former overlords – humans crazily.

Thermal weapons are no longer humanity’s trump card.

Fortunately, mutations have also occurred in humans.

Human beings will awaken their bloodline at a specific time and gain the inherited power of various ferocious beasts.

And Xu Mo, who obtained the system, was even more outrageous.

He awakened the bloodline of the ten ancient beasts and led mankind to regain its dominance! !

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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.”