The Wizard Path From The Simulator - Chapter 1007 - 513 13th Order Wizard Immortal at the

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink.I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth.Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.

When an S-class elite assassin-raised captain of a special ops suicide squad comes home from a high-stakes Africa mission, he finds himself offered something that could potentially set him up for life- a curious assignment that he could use to finally exit his days of war and slaughter.

What would happen if you found yourself in One Piece as a Side character ?What would you do if your cheats were not actual cheats, instead you got scientific knowledge. Would you accept your life as a side character? Would you stay low key and mind your own business? Or would you throw yourself into the plot and change it to your benefit? This is a story about a man that had those options.Blerd finds himself in one of his favourite animes , One Piece. If you seen an add offering transmigration services to other worlds don't click it! At best it's spam at worst it's real. Some things are better as a work of fiction. Why? Smart Isekai is an ad that has you choose an anime world and challenge it with No golden fingers no quick power ups. You have to use you brain to think of creative ways you can challenge the world with no cheats but as a Native. I chose to challenge the world of One Piece. Now I am really in One Piece how the heck am I gonna survive ?

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.”