This Young Master is not Cannon Fodder - Chapter 119: Nuclear Self-Detonation

Cote: There is Something Wrong With HikigayaBy: XiaokoPatient Profile:Patient: Hikigaya Hachiman, Year 1 Class D, Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High SchoolDiagnosis: Adolescence SyndromeCondition Overview: The patient claims to have woken up in a parallel world, where both his physical age and relationships have drastically changed!Yukinoshita Haruno is now his classmate.Shizuka-sensei is somehow teaching at Sobu Middle School...And before he knows it, he ends up in a prestigious school with a 100% graduation and employment rate, stepping onto a fate that even destiny itself cannot predict!

In the world of demons and demons, a hundred ghosts travel at night.Qin Feng, who accidentally crossed over, came to this troubled world with no lofty ambitions.He only wanted to protect himself and enjoy the rest of his life safely.But the sky does not fulfill people’s wishes, excellent men are so outstanding everywhere.The ancestor made a marriage contract, and the talented young lady of the Liu family became a wife.

Jiang Su transmigrated.

He transmigrated into a BL harem novel as the novel’s main character, jianghu’s number one beauty, who bewitches the masses with just his face, then is subjected to shame, humiliation, and infamy at the end.

To prevent this from happening, Jiang Su diligently practiced his swordsmanship. But then he suddenly realized…If he is still single when the original storyline ends, he will be forced to return to his original world.

Jiang Su: ……

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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.”