MTL - Pokemon Dark Giant - v3 Chapter 22 : Challenge Gym (Part 2)

【The first emperor of the Alabasta Empire, Ryan Rowan】Life

685 – crossing;

690 – Eat the Shasha fruit and develop the fruit ability based on the [Desert Emperor] Azir;

695 – Meets close friend Neferutari;

715 – Establishment of the Alabasta Empire;

719 – Rowan died in battle, on the eve of the establishment of the World Government;

720 – the establishment of the world government;

A blank hundred years begin.

…

Eight hundred years later.

Haiyuan Calendar 1507——

Due to the aftermath of the battle of Crocodile, who was the shasha fruit power user at the time, Rowan, who was sleeping, woke up.

…

On that day, one million imperial soldiers stood in Marin Van Doo, and the huge desert disc locked the Holy Land Mary Joa!

Rowan declared to the world:

Your emperor is back!

- Description from novelbuddy

Pinning her tall body against the hard wall, he looked into her beautiful emerald green eyes as he spoke in a deep voice, "I have two options for you," his body came closer to hers as he continued, "Be my girlfriend. Or," his lips turned into a sly smile as he whispered close to her ear, "Be my boyfriend." He even dared to wink right before her as his dark orbs glinted amusingly.

In a world of countless enemies, the right talent is all it takes to thrive. Freddy Stern, a twenty-one-year-old cashier, has lived a plain, albeit harsh life. Having been orphaned—twice—he’s spent the last ten years working and staying out of trouble. His only aspiration is to save enough money to become an archhuman. His dream gets the jump on him when he barely survives a near-death encounter and finds himself with 1% Lifesteal, a bizarre talent with numerous contradictions and just as many uses. With every dead enemy, he becomes a bit stronger, a little wiser, and a lot more ruthless. And no matter how much damage he takes, he can always put himself back together. Physically, at least. But on his path to power, after having to look at the rotting guts of archhuman society again and again, can his talent keep his mind and soul as pristine as his body? Or will that part of him simply remain broken?

A mediocre, low-born beggar, he relied on only his firm and indomitable spirit to desperately cultivate but still could not exceed the masses. Then by fortune’s favor, he awakened a long-extinct ancient martial soul. Since that day, he soared like a comet on the path of cultivation. From his humble beginnings as an outsider in the Ling Clan, his name, Ling Xiao, would ring throughout the world.