MTL - I Was a Group Pet In 80 - Chapter 9 The idiot is here (promised Gagen)

Chiba has crossed, and the world of Naruto was born to the civilian orphans of the Nine-Tails Rebellion.

Reminds me of the upcoming battle.

Konoha’s collapse plan, Penn’s invasion, and fairy fights in the Fourth Ninja World War.

Chiba felt a headache.

As a commoner orphan with no cheating, no blood, no background, and mediocre talent, how can he survive and avoid hanging the southeast branch on the divine tree in the future?

Until one day, a mechanical electronic synthesis sound sounded.

“Congratulations, the world reset was successful. From this moment on, your life has become a game.”

Since then, Chiba has begun her own road of invincibility.

The Fourth Ninja World War.

Facing the super god-level boss Uchiha Madara who shouted “Do you want to dance too?”

Chiba said: I even want to dance!

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What to do when you find yourself transformed into the vicious female supporting character in a family that dotes on the group pet?Of course, it's to keep away from the protagonist,She's practically the darling of the heavens, with a protagonist halo so strong even a dog would fall for her.Hiss, Bai Zhi said, “Can't compete, can't compete, cherish life, stay away from the protagonist.”All she wanted was to quietly make some small money and live freely, but—Group pet with tearful eyes, “Sister, come back, I'll let you have our brother.”Bai Zhi, “...” No need, I refuse.Group pet with an overflowing Mother Teresa complex, “This was all my fault; please, don't blame my sister!”Bai Zhi, “...” Look at this white lotus script; hey! Where's my knife?—Even more fantastic was when that baby-faced weak little brother suddenly appeared midway and transformed into a boss!Bai Zhi, “???”A new book has started; the Film Emperor's daughter is hibernating again. There are new book activities, sweet, sweet, sweet

Noah Weaverheart was nothing but a poor boy with zero talent in Magic.Stuck at the Apprentice Magus rank for years, he was bullied and looked down upon by everyone in the academy.His pathetic life met an end at the hands of an arrogant noble, who decided to bury him and go about his day like nothing happened.However, as he drifted in between the space between life and afterlife, a set of notifications appeared before Noah.[Suitable Host Found!][Initializing The Supreme Magus System!][…][ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!]Before he could understand what was going on, he found himself jolted back to life, but the notifications wouldn’t stop flooding his vision.[A bug has been discovered in the system!][Trying to fix bug…][Fixing Bug…][…][ERROR! FIXING FAILED!][ERROR! SYSTEM FALLING APART!][…][ERROR! BUG UNABLE TO BE FIXED!][The system has been corroded by the bug. All parameters broken down. Required EXP for leveling up now fixed, limits on quests completely removed, Penalty on quests disabled.]At first, he thought it was a disaster.Then he realized—this bug wasn’t a curse, but a huge blessing in disguise!With no restrictions holding him back, Noah could now level up endlessly—faster and stronger than anyone alive.From worthless trash to an unstoppable force, he would rise above all… becoming the most powerful magus in existence!But the more he learns about his broken system… he realized the bug might be something far greater, and far more dangerous than he ever imagined.

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.”