Battle and Sex Is All A Primordial Fiend Needs - Chapter 25 Damsel In Distress 2 [R-18]

[DING! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining SSS-Rank Dark Dimensional Reality Talent][Attribute: Darkness]Freed from nuclear war terrors, all humans now have to face the new reality of their fate.Humans are given a power that allows them to have different talents according to their abilities and luck, including obtaining the power of past heroes.Aaron Lewis, an 18-year-old young man, must bear the devastating reality that his mother was killed by an unknown group. The turmoil of uncontrollable rage in his heart makes his talent affected.[WARNING!][System detected Darkness attribute energy increase][Initiates talent rank evolution][Adjusting talents with attributes ][Evolution Completed]Just as Aaron opened his eyes, he saw he was floating in a void dimension with thousands of caged ancestral souls waiting to be freed or summoned. They are the souls of heroes from all over the world.[Main Talent: Dark Dimensional Reality][Rank: SSS-Rank]With his flexibility to explore dimensions beyond ordinary human sight, Aaron gathered thousands of ancestral souls and turned them into his army.To his surprise, Aaron found a way to free his mother's soul and bring her back to life, which was to become a Great Ruler.“There is no other choice. I will become a Ruler.”

With a square halberd in the palm, and a red rabbit and horse under him, nowhere can the world go!

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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.”

Strong? Handsome? Savage? Badass?It's all about the intelligence quotient, my friend.————PS: Mutation shouldn't be mistaken for enlightenment.