MTL - Accompanying the Phoenix - Chapter 53

Luo Lan traveled to the world of pirates, but the golden finger cheated him, it seemed useless.

Fortunately, I met Luffy at the beginning, and I planned to hang out in the hat group and wait for the finale.

But what he didn’t know was that after reading his comics…

Luffy frantically racked up experience in the comics and awakened Nika form ahead of time!

Zoro had just finished his duel with Sasaki Kojiro in the morning, and he fought Kenpachi again in the afternoon!

Sanji hangs out with guys with thick eyebrows all day long, shouting about youth, passion and so on~

Usopp asked the two Wang Yue to create a shallow sword, awakening the bow and killing star!

Chopper gathered the power of the twelve beasts to prove that I am not the weakest fruit of everyone!

Robin’s thousand hands formed a seal at the same time, and told you what is the spiral pill washing the ground!

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When the top war comes, the *hat group makes a strong debut and shocks the world! !

- Description from novelbuddy

5 years after the world changed, the final boss appeared.

The top five players in the world, including Specter Seo Jun-ho, finally defeated the Frost Queen…

But they fell into a deep slumber.

25 years passed.

“A second floor? It didn’t end when the Frost Queen died?

Specter awakes from his slumber.

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.”