Moon’s Labyrinths - Chapter 315

[Entering the Dungeon: Scarlet Premium Choice][Dungeon type: Solo][Please choose the position you wish to apply for][1. Delivery Driver][2. Stock Clerk][3. Shipping Clerk][4. Receiving Clerk][5. Loader][Detection of host entering the Dungeon, cheat loading successful][Please host, choose one of the following three cheats][1. Purification Template: Possess purification abilities, immune to any pollution][2. Super Brain: Photographic memory, brain processing capabilities multiplied by ten, immune to mental damage][3. Zombie Template: Impenetrable skin, immense strength, bloodthirsty, fearless]...[Entering the Dungeon: Bloody Train][Dungeon type: Large-scale multi-player Dungeon][Number of participants: 30][Detection of host entering the Dungeon, cheat loading successful][Please host, choose one of the following three cheats][1. Infinite Soul Coins: Start with 1000000000000 soul coins, spend at your leisure][2. Hundredfold Amplification: Can amplify a single attribute of yourself by a hundred times, can switch to any attribute at any time][3. Stone Man: You become an ordinary, unremarkable stone with no presence, you can safely pass this instance]Murru Feng realized that his cheats could be refreshed with every Dungeon World.

After I defeated the Demon King, I was executed for false accusations by the heroines.When I came back to life, this was the first thing they said.“I know it’s shameless, but would you help us one more time? Without you, the world will be destroyed.”…Would you help them if you were in my shoes?

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.”

Somewhere in the wilderness. As soon as Ruan Youqing cleared up the gangsters, he turned around and saw Mr. Shoufu who came behind him. Throwing away the meteor hammer he picked up casually, Ruan Youqing fell into his arms by coincidence.

Ruan Youqing looked shy: “If Master Shoufu hadn’t arrived in time, you Qing would have been in trouble.”

Ignoring the screams and wailing next to his ears, Master Shoufu who did nothing stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood on the girl’s face, Then he said without changing his face: “The world is getting worse, people’s hearts are not old. Miss Ruan still has to be careful in the future, after all…you are too weak.”

The gangsters: “…???”

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