Journey Towards Greatness - Chapter 1349: Overestimated And Underestimated

In the boundless universe, the strong are like clouds, and the arrogance of heaven is like rain. The ancient powers can swallow clouds, move mountains and overturn seas, and destroy a dynasty at the click of a finger. The ancient saints can even pick the stars and take the moon, and refine the sea of ​​​​stars into playthings in their hands.

You can be astonishing in your talent, coercive for eternity, and invincible, but no match for the knife of time. In the end, your soul will rot and turn into dead bones in the tomb. There is no immortality between heaven and earth.

Su Han, who came from a small family in Xiyuan Town, embarked on the path of cultivation after obtaining a mysterious stone eye. Defeat countless geniuses and evildoers, and move forward step by step towards the road of immortality.

I am a god and demon, unparalleled in the world!

ps: Interested friends who have finished “Zerg Invincible in Another World”, “God Card” and “God and Demon System” can go and have a look.

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He became the Emperor when he was just a boy and was beheaded before reaching adulthood. It was a tragedy brought about by his fate as the first noble wizard.“Ian, don’t be born in your next life.”He thought everything was over, listening to the traitor’s heartless words. He knew, but…“You are a symbol of peace. Where else would you find such honor as a lowly one?”He became the Margrave’s bastard son, whose family went extinct 100 years ago.A lowly, unsophisticated one, destined to be sold as a hostage to the barbarians across the border.

Korean entertainment novels, I don’t like it.

There are already three copies, character protection, never TJ.

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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.”