The Blade-Wielding Legend - Chapter 972 - 521: Young Swordsman (Part 2)

[Villain System is now Online.][Commit atrocities, steal waifus and build cults that worship you.][Become the ruler of the entire world.][The Title of Final Boss is yours for the taking!]Lucas Estellan was one of the most important characters in the early stages of Aquestius and was the trashiest character to have ever been called trash.Things get even worse, however, when a unlucky gamer finds himself transmigrated into Lucas' body where not only must he survive the Legion, he must also figure out who or what has been tampering with the story.Fortunately or unfortunately for the new Lucas, he was granted a system. The Villian System.[Ding!][Villian Points can be earned through completing quests and performing villainous acts. The more heinous the deed, the greater the reward!]“I don't want to be a Villian!” Lucas said.Too bad!Stealing candies from babies? Check.Frightening little girls? Check.Causing chaos, strife and wars across the world? Check.Slapping the King in the face in front of the crowd? Check.With the system by his side and the Legion on his back, Lucas must become the greatest Villian the world has ever seen.How far will he be able to go?

He transmigrated and got a system but Lin Feng’s pressure is as big as a mountain.

System main quest: Lin Feng creates a school, establishing history’s number 1 sect, Lin Feng himself becoming the number 1 founder.

And so to become history’s number 1 founder Lin Feng started to work hard.

“Your name is Shi Tianhao? Natural born supreme king but it was stolen by your cousin. Now being raised in a little village your father placed you in? Come come come, come with master, we’ll let those people know that justice that is owed must be returned!”

“Your name is Xiao Yan? A genius in the past, now a loser. Your fiance even came over and humiliated you by breaking off the engagement? Come come come, come with master, we’ll let that brat know the meaning of don’t bully a youngster because he’s poor!”

“Your name is Zhu Yi? The bastard son of a marquis, suppressed by your father. Your mother was the previous saint but she was killed? Come come come, come with master, we’ll let your dad know the meaning of the world is big, fists are… no, reason is the biggest!”

- Description from Novelupdates

Bai Ye traveled to a very strange world where food is the sky and became a chef. He thought it would still be an ordinary life, but he slowly discovered how strange things always came in in this world.

What the hell is a gourmet cell?

What happened to Totsuki Academy?

Are the legendary kitchen utensils true or false?

Even the Sword Art Online Food Hunter version has come out, what kind of trouble do you want to make…

Although I feel that few people read it, I still set up a book friend group, welcome to join the home cook, group number: 553438462

- 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.”