MTL - Assassin’s Chronicle - Chapter 552 Explanation

In 2040, The Earth was bathed in powerful radiation when a star went supernova, this radiation granted 50% of humans superhuman abilities but also created a nightmare for them as animals, insects, and carnivorous plants were mutated and became overpowered with intelligence, human started teetering on the brink of survival, a boy with no powers and no father, with a mother in a coma, seems destined for obscurity, but one night changed his life, with a new found hope to cure his mum from the everlasting sleep—Gene Elixir— he went on on a journey that would reshape his destiny...~Voracious Sovereign... Gene Devourer...Pray you won't be devoured by this power you wield which hunger is insatiable~~You call yourself an opportunist... But... you aren't free. A hungry man is not a free man...~

In a future timeline...

The entire world underwent a heaven-defying change as planet Earth was forcefully shifted away from the Milky Way Galaxy to another Galaxy by some unknown forces.

A New Galaxy completely out of their wildest imagination.

A new type of cosmic energy known as Mana invaded Earth, transforming its very essence as the world witnessed its regular norm shattered into pieces.

The cosmic energy entered into the human body as it forcefully awakened new genes in them which were once thought to be a myth.

The world's rules were forcefully changed as it became a place where only getting stronger mattered and only those with the most powerful genes were worthy of respect.

The strength of humanity grew and so did their curiousness making them emerge out of Earth and explore the new universe but they were shocked by what they saw.

Powerful alien races who were far beyond them in technology and comprehension of Mana, world-devouring existence, unexplored worlds, and cosmos.

This Universe was simply boundless and the word “impossible” does not exist.

The story follows a young man named Zeras Celestria, a descendant of one of the Nine Families who was deemed trash and sold out to a dark force that uses humans for experiments, due to his inability to awaken the Celestria family's powerful A-grade Lightning Hammer Gene, and instead awakened the trashy F-grade Multi-colored hair gene.

Thrown into a pile of dead bodies who were deemed experimental failures and life slowly seeped away from him.

Zeras clenched his teeth tightly as a mad taste for revenge flickered in the depth of his eyes, but also with a tint of helplessness.

That was until...

“Congratulations.”

“Host has been blessed by Chaos.”

“Host has successfully awakened SSS-grade Chaos Devouring Gene.”

Armed with an SSS-grade Gene and an undying will for revenge.

Zeras embarked on a path to becoming the strongest and dominating the limitless universe.

A path many embarked on but none ever succeeded.

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A Future Scene...

“Look Into My Eyes, What do you see...” A young man, with white hairs like the purest snow, pairs of lips redder than blood, and a face crafted by perfection itself.

Yet those eyes, no they couldn't be called so... They were instead unending black-hole of...

“I see Death, Madness, Pain, And...”

“Yes, I'm The Last Embodiment Of Chaos...”

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Hiro transmigrates and finds himself in the body of an orphan that’s about to be evicted from his orphanage. It wasn’t anything personal, but the orphanage’s policy doesn’t accommodate children who have reached the age of 16.From the gates of that humble establishment, Hiro slowly explores the facets of this world that was both familiar and unfamiliar due to its uncanny resemblance to his previous world—Earth.With his Daily Life RPG System urging him to excel in every aspect of his daily life, Hiro marks his presence in both the mundane and mystical circles of this new world.

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.”