MTL - Pivot of the Sky - Chapter 16 Each has its own disease

A soul was employed by a higher being to help him manage his world. How will our protagonist live her life to the fullest while also fulfilling her new duties?I don't own Naruto. I adjusted the story to my liking. English is not my main language so don't bother about grammar mistakes too much.

Having reincarnated into a different world, Murong Lin found himself utterly bewildered.The golden finger system informed him that he needed to eliminate the protagonist—wait, he wasn’t the protagonist?Innocently, Murong Lin turned his gaze towards the designated heroes, a butcher’s knife clutched in his hand. Regretfully, he realized he had no alternative but to end their lives if he wished to survive.Hold on, this pig was a protagonist too? And that tree?Without any choice, Murong Lin found himself forced down the path of bloodshed.

Su Bai has crossed over!

A Chinese teenager living in Argentina!

With the addition of the live football system, he will be given full-level shooting power and full-level body balance at the beginning!

A Boca Juniors Super Su Bai appeared.

On the flank, he rampaged like a tank, and all kinds of unreasonable bursts made Argentina tremble!

Tottenham, who just sold Bale at a sky-high price, wants to replace Bale in the Premier League with Su Bai.

Dortmund’s Klopp saw that Su Bai also wanted to let Su Bai join his youth storm!

Just in European football in 2013!

A super Su Bai appeared.

All kinds of crazy sideways overtaking and burst shots made them exclaim that a monster appeared in football!

Real Madrid spent 100 million to buy Bale, but they were beaten and cried by a teenager from Argentina!

On the night when Barcelona was bloodbathed by Su Bai, Messi was not sad. He watched Su Bai excitedly begging Su Bai to join the Argentine national team!

In 2014, he wanted Su Bai to take him to the Hercules Cup!

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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.”