I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week - Chapter 2284 - 2285: Play the Long Game to Catch the Big Fish

What is the most important thing about rebirth before the apocalypse? Grain storage? No, it’s trying to find the most important person in the past life! Reject the so-called relatives who have evil intentions!

Hundreds of years ago, Human, Celestial Clan and Demon Clan lived together on the Origin Continent. However, a great war broke out between the three races. Shan He, the leader of Human, had discovered a catalogue of methods to forge Divine Weapons. With this catalogue, Shan He led Human to defeat the other two clans and expelled them from the Origin Continent.

The peace did not last long. After the passing of Shan He, the once Glory Empire collapsed. Various forces of Human fell into a long period of wild war for the Divine Weapon Catalogue, but the catalogue was lost during the war.

The Demon Clan took advantage of the internal strife of Human. Under the lead of their new lord, Fen Tian, the Demon army invaded the Origin Continent violently.

Human soon lost a large portion of their territory. At that moment, a mysterious hero suddenly appeared on the battlefield. With a legendary Divine Weapon in hand, he severely injured Fen Tian and forced him to retreat. The united Human army chased the Demon army across the strait and to the Two Realm Plain on the Tranquil Continent.

Once again, the various forces of Human started wildly searching for the Divine Weapon Catalogue…

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The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.

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.”