Untamed: The Alpha - Chapter 439

“I’m just a normal person who also has personal storage power.”When the next-gen VR game, Second World, finally arrived, the MC took a bottle of water out of his personal storage and took a sip before he was stunned.“T-this is inside the game, right?”From that day onward, he could bring in-game items out into the real world and vice versa. His life was completely changed.

[You have been chosen as a Lord of the Intergalactic Lord Project.] [Your reward: A floating island to call your own.] [Your mission: Build your kingdom, summon legendary allies, and dominate the worlds!] [Your advantage: An SSS-grade Ultimate Gacha System.] Atlas Blackthorn, the newly chosen Lord of a floating island, wields the power to summon legendary warriors, powerful artifacts, and, of course, waifus. With boundless ambition and the Ultimate Gacha System at his side, Atlas sets out to become the strongest Lord in all worlds. How far will his ambition take him?

Elric lived a traumatic life since childhood. Being bullied, detested by his family & having no one who cared whether he lived or died. The accumulated loneliness & suffering puts him through severe depression & he decides to take his life’s final decision… SUICIDE.

One day, his soul hears a voice calling out to him.

«Wake up, Elric. I am the God of Darkness. And I’m here to give you another chance at life.»

To God of Darkness, Elric replied with only two words.

«Fuck off!»

Accompany the Protagonist in a journey to achieve an Impossible task he’s given as he aims to become one of the strongest beings in the world full of Magic, Mythical creatures, Dragons and Gods.

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Author: Antihero protagonist who’s a scheming mastermind & doesn’t trust anyone. No Harem, Romance or Fan-service here. MC is an extremely smart & quick witted person who knows how to adapt to situations quickly. But he isn’t an Edgelord or a Psychopath who kills people for no reasons.

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.”