MARVEL: GAME MAKER SYSTEM - Chapter 222: Hiruzen’s Plan

The heavenly God of Warriors was betrayed by his true love and murdered at the very first night of wedding just because his merits made the monarch insecure. Reborn in a hundred years, Nie Tian would be an appendage no more. Reach the welkin, reverse the fate, reign over the heaven and reconstruct the worlds.

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However, after a certain ability went out of control, the young chief once became a dangerous experimental subject 01, and fell silent for five years. When he reappeared, he was thrown into an escape game.
The spectators outside the venue laughed and bet one after another, wanting to see the downcast appearance of the former Tianjiao.
Unexpectedly, the trapped beast took off its disguise.
Before the start of the game, the monitoring system in the game completely collapsed, and the last image left was Ye Fei’s gentle smile:
“Hush.”
[Drip——The system is abnormally damaged, and the cause cannot be self-examined. ]
In the next moment, the global real-time game data was cut off, and countless gamblers who were “exploiters” were forced to log in by the game system.
Stripped from the luxury, what they will face is the fear hidden in the dark.
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Excellent hunters often appear as prey.
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[Game refresh, copy preparation…]
[Now the initial ranking is made according to the strength of the combat power]
[001——]
[Ye Fei]
【Eating Guide】
[1] Steady and skinny, the down-and-out boss is attacked by x, sweet-mouthed, black-bellied, and evil snakes
【2】Qiangqiang, under the young age, physical and mental 1v1, he
[3] The main character is very strong, he is covered in hangs, but he is posing (bushi)
[4] Some bugs may not be bugs but foreshadowing
[5] The three views of the role do not represent the three views of the author

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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.”