Florida Man in Magus World: Unleashing Liberty and Freedom - Chapter 141: Florida Man Purchases a Functional Sherman Tank in Preparation to Evict New Batch of Migrants Around His House

Lu Jianyan is absolutely certain that the world he lives in has been crazy.

The romantic friend suddenly announced that he would love him to death; the stranger suddenly decided to die for him … It seemed that the whole world wanted to fall in love with him overnight.

Lu Jianyan: What? [Dazed.jpg]

World: Friend, have you heard of fast reincarnation with the system? There are always a few people who firmly believe that attacking you is the best shortcut to complete the task.

Lu Jianyan: Keep it simple. Please let the way to complete the task simple.

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°•°•°•°•°•°•°Adult Novel•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•⚠️Read at least five chapters before dropping. I believe you will love this story⚠️Liu Xinyu wakes up to find himself back in his younger body, but this time, he has something special a system!“The Goddess Reversal System has been bound…”This system is different from others. It has two parts: the main system, which is connected to Liu Xinyu, and a subsystem that must be given to someone else. When the subsystem user completes tasks, Liu Xinyu receives random rewards, which could be anything! But there's a catch if the subsystem user refuses tasks three times, the system will leave Liu Xinyu forever.With the help of powerful goddesses and the system's abilities, Liu Xinyu sets out to change his life. He becomes stronger, smarter, and more successful. Challenges come his way, but with every completed task, he steps closer to becoming a true winner in life!

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.”