Major League System - Chapter 972: Nailbiter (2)

I wasn’t hit by a truck, nor was I struck by a thunderbolt, yet here I’m inside Hunter X Hunter world, and I even have a system, but it’s really a weird one, it always gives me these kinds of choices:

【1：Join the Ryuudan. Reward: Magma Fruit.】

【3：Destroy the Ryuudan. Reward: Ice Fruit.】

【2：Ignore the Ryuudan. Reward: Fire Fruit.】

Allan sighed, “The problem is I’m really an indecisive guy…”

Winged beasts with a hundred-meter wingspan swooped from the skies above.Bloodthirsty creatures weaved and leapt between skyscrapers, in search of prey.Thunderous beasts shrouded in lightning took steps that shook the earth with each stride.Humans hid, trembling in the city ruins, praying for the protection of the World Tree.Outside the city, a gargantuan tree that eclipsed the sun, opened its eyes.“This is the city under my sanctuary. Leave, or meet your death!”In an instant, all beasts submitted.PS: Mutated Animals + Lord genre!Early-stage main storyline: Tame Mutated Animals and establish power.In the mid to late stages, the protagonist can transform into a human.

In the expansive expanse of existence, there exist realms concealed from the awareness of ordinary folk.Rain Weathers, an unremarkable teenager with average looks, physique, and grades, was leading an uneventful life.However, everything took a dramatic turn one fateful day when he found himself plunged into a vivid dream, a dream that unveiled a world beyond imagination — a world teeming with spirits, monsters, and conversing frogs.This was the Spirit Realm.Transformed into a player by the mysterious machinations of the universe, Rain, alongside other chosen individuals, found themselves thrust into a perilous world.They were tasked with navigating their newfound domain, establishing their territories, all while fending off relentless onslaughts from beasts, defending their territories from other races, and making sure to stay alive for another day.

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.”