Hi, My Sweet Lil Moe Wife! - Chapter 2435 - : She is Zhan Jia ’er!

Zhuge Xiang was originally a preparatory disciple of the Asura Sect, and worked hard to comprehend Qi Jin and become an official disciple of the Asura Sect.

By chance, he got the “magic weapon” of the super game system.

With this magic weapon in hand, with the improvement of Zhuge Xiang’s strength, various magical functions will be revealed one by one.

Character layout, experience value system, skill points, package space, task system, small map radar, life skills…

Let’s see how he can soar into the sky and become famous all over the world with the game system in his hand…

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Reborn in the Naruto world, Shin Uzumaki finds himself in the doomed Land of Whirlpools. As a member of the Uzumaki Clan! Trapped in a world filled with war, betrayal, and unimaginable power, Shin’s survival seems impossible.. Until it isn’t!![Ding! Replication System Activated!][Daily Login Reward: Common Replication Card.]​​​​​​​[Newbie Gift: Perfect Sage Body—​​​​​​​Adamantine Sealing Chains​​​​​​​—​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Four Symbols Seal​​​​​​​]With the power to Copy any Ability—whether it’s the Kekkei Genkai or Rinnegan or Forbidden jutsu—Shin begins his journey to dominate the Ninja World. [First task: Save Kushina and prevent the destruction of the Uzumaki Clan.]

In this period where countless supporting lead actors always attempt to counterattack, turn over a new leaf or simply refuse to take up the role, his purpose of existing is to fill the role of a good supporting male lead and uphold his duty to the best of his ability. To add the needed lustre to storylines and this world. Only, it’s a pity that someone who is not afraid of god-like enemies will be afraid of pig-like teammates.

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.”