Return of the Former Hero - Chapter 8. Former hero・battle against goblin

This isn't just a game for me, it's a fckin war! And I will conquer it, no matter what…… I'm coming for it all!A wild journey of a boy from Japan named Haruma Kusaka, who hates Football the most… Yet is obsessed with winning everything that exists in this game, creating a legacy that no one can ever match.

Endless sky and infinite space, the cosmos isn’t some paradise waiting to be found, it is full of darkness and danger, death and terror of the great unknown. However, for that glittering swath of blue, we have no fear! For the longevity of men, we have no regrets! Nothing shall stand in our way because it is finally our time, our age! The age of cosmos exploration!

Lu Yuan was originally just a normal ordinary person, but one day he passed through it and became a day of destruction with a splendid reputation in the DC universe.

Doomsday does not refer to a single monster, but a terrifying legion from the technological civilization of Krypton.

But Doomsday is not a superman. In fact, it is a terrible biochemical weapon invented by the dead body of Kryptonian who got superhuman power and resurrected.

Lu Yuan became one of the doomsdays after just passing through, and entered the core of the sun for 100,000 years.

One day, Lu Yuan woke up, but when he flew back to Earth, he found that this place is no longer the Earth of the DC universe. I don’t know why he seems to have come to Marvel?

“Isn’t this invincible? Without kryptonite, I would be God.”

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I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.