MTL - Creation Notebook - Chapter 8 Master in refining

Ishiki grew up staring at the Floating Cities — a distant paradise in the sky that gave humanity both hope and despair.And then, they fell.Not just one, but all of them.The heavens burned and with them the world crumbled, the Apocalypse descended upon mankind.Ishiki never wanted to be a hero, nor a savior. He was just glad to be alive.Until the Neural Matrix System chose him.As he was dying a Window appeared in front of him.[Congratulations You have been choosen as a Player]He was dragged into his first trial in the world of NEXUS. And he soon realized, he was destined to die there too.But he survived.Survival offered him the a Mythical Title... a power that came with ways to make his life more miserable.

Non-tangible cultural heritage embroidery successor Yi Chichi's soul travels to the era and possesses a little pity with the same name.Father is scummy and stepmother is toxic?Yi Chichi says she is good at using poison to counter poison.Still have to give up her job to substitute for her step-sister to go to the countryside?!Yi Chichi says dream on, good sisters must share fortunes and hardships together.Sold the job, kept the money for herself, and sends her step-sister to the Northwest!Moral coercion?Yi Chichi sneers, as long as I have no morals, others can never coerce me!Someone causing trouble?I've already said I'm a poisonous person, why don't they listen to advice?As for a certain handsome young man...Sending you a pair of mandarin ducks flying wing to wing!What, you also want a pair of phoenixes flying together?!

In the 21st century, a female military doctor, Lu Jiao, transmigrated into a novel and became the vicious mother of four little villains and the wife of the future First Assistant.

In the novel, the four little ones would grow up into villains who committed all kinds of crimes and killed people without batting an eye. Eventually, they would end up getting killed by the male and female protagonists. To avenge his sons, the First Assistant would transform into the final boss and die after committing many sins.

Lu Jiao looked at the four little ones who were only up to her knees, then looked at the bedridden First Assistant. Forget it, she would do a good deed by educating these children properly and giving the First Assistant medical treatment while she was there.

What she didn’t expect was that the four little villains and the future First Assistant would want nothing more than to send her to her death.

They attempted to strangle her in the middle of the night, use broken pieces of porcelain to slice her arteries, and poison her food. Lu Jiao was furious. “I’m not doing this anymore. If you want to become villains, go ahead.”

However, the four little ones now refused to let her go.

“Mummy, please don’t go. We’ll be obedient from now on.”

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.”