Chasing And Claiming My Rejected Omega Mate:Alpha's Severe Regret [BL] - Chapter 11: How Experienced Are You?

Cheng Xu, whose entire property is a waste recycling station, accidentally awakened the system, but why does this system only have a [decomposition] function? So let’s start by refining the gold in circuit boards.

“Wait, I seem to be able to use it to probe?”

“It seems to be good for repairs?”

…

Since then, Cheng Xu has become a humanoid X-ray machine, a humanoid 3D printer, a maintenance master…

But when Cheng Xu completed the first system task, he found out that he really unlocked the system now?

This book is also known as “One Thousand Ways to Use the System” and “My Roommate Who Collects Waste at Home Becomes My Mentor after a Summer Vacation?” “, “You want to marry a waste collector? 》

- Description from novelbuddy

The following were the talents of other cultivators: Divine Spiritual Root, Unique Body, Double Eyes, Divine Bones.

This was the talent of Chen Jingzhai: Bug Abuse.

Chen Jingzhai did not have any unique talent until he found out he could abuse bugs.

When he encountered a new martial art, he could instantly see the pros and cons and the weakness of the art.

When he fought, he could notice his opponent’s weakness and use that to his advantage.

When he brewed pills, he could abuse a special bug that allowed him to mass-produce high-quality pills.

Not only he could discover bugs while cultivating, but also in some special circumstances.

With the help of his new power, he began on a one-of-a-kind cultivation journey where he would become a legend.

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.”

The tombs of the gods have appeared in the world!