Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies - Chapter 271 - 96 Yongzhou Elites

It isn’t the strongest who survives. The one who survives is the strongest.”After being discharged from the military, Jin Seowoon did nothing but play games like a loser. One day, he was invited to the world of “Cloyd Survival,” which resembled a game he enjoyed.In that world were masters of martial arts, kings from other worlds, and notorious killers…It was a gathering of monsters that surpassed human imagination.Jin Seowoon had just one objective—to survive and become one of the top ten.Here lies a tale of survival with Jin Seowoon’s life at stake.

Introduction to One Piece’s Bounty System: Tianlei crossed the One Piece World and become the nephew of the Navy Admiral ‘Sakazuki, ‘Akainu’, Tian Lei thought it was very outrageous until he found himself having a [bounty system] that can be exchanged for everything in the world of One Piece. As long as you kill or capture pirates, you can draw a Skills, weapons, and devil fruits. Such as ‘Navy Six-style’ ‘Overlord color Haki (Busoshoku Haki)’ ‘sense color Haki (Kenbunshoku Haki) ”armed color Haki’ ‘devil fruit’ ‘sword skills’ have everything!

- Description from Novelupdates

Ryu Han-bin, the main character who fell into a new world after being chosen as a ‘suitable person’.

Because of the error in the guidelines, the training is repeated endlessly…

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.”