The Primordial Record - Chapter 1616: The Agreement Of One

Ye Chen transmigrated to a parallel world. In this world, everyone who was 18 and above would enter a chat group named Monster Chat. From there, they would summon their pets.Each person only had 10 chances of summoning pets and one chance to form a bond with a pet. Right at this moment, a voice rang in Ye Chen’s head:[Ding! Successfully activated the Unlimited Summoning System.][Congratulations for summoning pet: Dark Princess (level 8)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Alchemist (level 7)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Female Asura (level 7)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Goddess (level 9)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Demon Fox (level 10)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Nyuwa (level 10)]……This was an era where humans, monsters and pets coexisted. This was also Ye Chen’s era.

Jason was just an ordinary student at Westwood University's Hunter Department, known for never awakening any special powers—even at 21. Frustrated and desperate, he spent countless nights dreaming of finally unlocking his hidden potential.One lazy morning, as he lay in bed dreading another day of ridicule, Jason felt a strange surge of excitement. Without warning, he awakened a bizarre but thrilling power: the “Leisure Life.” His smartphone buzzed with a mysterious app, and curious, he tapped it open.In a flash, Jason found himself exploring abilities he never imagined—like using points to enhance his body or entering worlds straight from adult videos. Determined to test his newfound powers, Jason dove headfirst into the explicit world of JAV, a video he'd secretly watched only days ago.Life was finally about to get exciting.

Nine harmonic zither chords shook the universe, who dared to not acknowledge the lord?

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.”