MTL - Sweet Chief Secretary - Chapter 70 Leave it to me

Unrivaled Spear Knight.

The stereotype that knights must use swords is broken by the brightest star of a duke’s family. The hero that brought an end to the empire’s civil war. The name of that person is Joshua Sanders.

Despite his reputation of being called the empire’s unrivaled spear, he was bleeding dark red blood. Not just anyone but by the hand of his own emperor, Kaiser… “Kaiser! Don’t think it will end like this!!” Moments before death, incurred by magic circle, the spear that spent its years together with him, ‘Lugia’, started to emit an enormous amount of energy…

This familiar place, it can’t be… the stable that I used to live in when I was young?

My body became young?! Lugia, what the hell are you?

Joshua returned to his younger self. His ultimate revenge starts here!

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.”

A story about a traveler who crossed into a parallel universe, relying on his Proficiency ability to continuously grind experience and become stronger.

Nine harmonic zither chords shook the universe, who dared to not acknowledge the lord?