MTL - Players Of Freedom - Chapter 79 : the name of the champion

“It’s true… So why does no one believe me?”Sometimes, I play small pranks, but they’re really just small ones.I’m not the mastermind at all.

An 11-year-old boy suddenly woke up,

“...wait, where am I?”

“...I see, so this is the so-called transmigration.”

“hahaha.....hellll yaaaahh.”

“It's my time to show the world who the boss is.”

But he didn't realize what he caused,

“Wait, this isn't what should be... why is he here, and where's that prostitute? And why is my lover with him?”

“Fuck, what the hell is happening here? He shouldn't be here, and that guy should be dead, but how is he alive....urgh,” he grumbled.

“This is MY FUCKING WORLD, why are these guys interfering...aahhhhh,” he shouted.

A transmigrator who thought 'doing good deeds and fighting against evil will make him a hero and ruler of this world' now made a very small mistake which leads to,

“My wife....is a wonderful woman,” the mob character.

“Why? Why? Why? Why......” the mob character rumbled.

“Do you....believe in god?” the mob character questioned with a messed-up expression.

“S-Shall we get m-marry?”

“...” the mob character was shocked.

“I don't know why but I like you, I guess.”

“....” the mob character was too shocked.

“I like you, so be my son-in-law?”

“....” the mob character was too-too shocked.

“How about marrying my daughter and me at the same time?....what do they call that hmmm...'oyakodon,' right?”

'cough, cough.'

“What?” the mob character was finally snapped.

“Big Brother, when will we get married?”

“........”

Transmigrator never expects a certain 'Mob character' and how that 'Mob character' becomes a great disaster for the entire world because of his single mistake.

A/N: This is my first time writing, so give me your honest opinion whether it is good or bad, but please don't be harsh on me... okay, I will try my best.

CHOTTO MATTE....The first five chapters, The Transmigrator will be one to explain everything about this new world. I know I am not introducing the MC suddenly, and it's hard to info dump, but it's just for the first few chapters, so don't be harsh on me.

If you wondered who will be MC then, MC is just a 'Mob Character.'

Additional Tags: Harem, Male MC, Beautiful Female leads, Vampires, Dragons, Elves, dwarfs, Mermaids, Revenge? Deadly Yandere, Incest, Tsundere, Kuudere...Slow-paced

[No fixed CP + wear books + brain hole cool text + women disguised as men + group pet]

Gu Lan crossed over and became the cannon fodder of the original book disguised as a man, counterattacked the protagonist of the original book who slapped her face, and lived in a dormitory full of sickly beauties.

Until one day, she discovered that her roommates were villains from other horror novels. After discovering the secret, Gu Lan thought she would be killed, but her roommates all looked at her strangely… Contrasted with cute Zhengtai, sickly and beautiful boy, split personality school girl, cold and stern school bully, romantic and noble son who plays Shura every day field.

- Description from novelbuddy

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.”