The Mirror Legacy - Chapter 1330: Demonic Disciple (I)

The latest offering from the pen of the creator of “My Military Branches Can Evolve Infinitely”, Bimo Zhijian.---------------------------------------------The world has experienced a radical transformation. Source Qi has awakened and the apocalypse has descended.This is a catastrophe and also the beginning of a new epoch.Tang Yu somehow obtained a domain system, and while summoning warriors, producing equipment, developing his domain, drafting rules...as he looked back, he discovered that he was already standing at the apex of the era.

Jin was a 19-year-old teenager who had been haunted by the same dream for ten years—a dream that carried a single message: “Destroy the final chapter.”When he finally did, his soul was pulled into the body of a servant named Lin, inside the Shoujo Multiverse—a world made up of five distinct realms:1- The Magic World2- The Hunter World3- The Celestial World (based on ancient civilizations like Ancient Egypt, Norse mythology, and more)4- Murim5- The Immortal WorldNow, these worlds are beginning to merge, and chaos is inevitable.Discord:(“Shoujo” here means that everyone has their own past and personal goal.)

Reborn, Chu Feng has got his system before the resurgence of Evil Spirits in full swing with the help of his past life's memories, and immediately travels to the origin country of this event--America.“Ding! Congratulations, host, for killing an Evil Spirit, you will receive the following rewards:1. Strength Attribute 4 points, Physique Attribute 4 points, Mental Attribute 3 points, Spiritual Power Attributes 10 points2. Lifespan 1 year3. ......”

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.”