Praise the Orc! - Side Story 7

"Ding! Congratulations on binding God's Chosen One. You will receive 150% of the other party's

Chiyuki Hoshino, a beautiful otaku girl, traveled to the world of Yu-Gi-Oh! with her Fate/Grand Order Heroic Spirit deck.“Blue-Eyes White Dragon!”“Activate the effect of Arash! Stella!”“My most loyal servant, the Dark Magician!”“Activate the effect of Arash! Stella!”“I…”“Activate the effect of Arash! Stella!!!”Amid the ruins and countless corpses (thanks to Arash), Chiyuki wiped her forehead and smiled brightly. “Playing cards is so damn interesting.”For those interested in reading this fanfic, please note that I am not the original author. I have only translated and edited it to make it as readable as possible.

Warning! This novel is mindless and vulgar. If you don't like this kind of thing, please don't read it. My name is Silent, and I'm a senior high school student at an ordinary high school in Qingyuan City. One day, I unexpectedly awakened the [Tag System], which completely changed my life. I labeled my mother, younger sister, childhood sweetheart, and best friend from the next class, but why did they all turn into perverted girls...?

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.”