My Love Simulation with Them - Chapter 3: Let’s Go Find Another Woman

In a dark space secluded from the rest of the known galaxy, a young man wakes up in a struggle for his life.During his coming of age ritual, it was revealed that he possessed the heavy soul body, A talent that could potentially rival even the gods. Joy overtook his entire household as they prepared for the eventual rise of their clan.But on that same day, the Hand of judgement fell upon them extinguishing all traces of life on their planet leaving it as a dead world…As for him? Fate had other plans. Cast into the darkest and most secluded place in the known universe, The sanctuary, he is faced with a decision, become stronger and survive or wallow in misery and Die![You have Awakened ][ Hidden Class Unlocked : SSS Soul King— Supremacy over all Souls and soul kin ][ Innate Skill unlocked: Heavy soul brilliance— In the following 20 seconds host will become effectively Unkillable]-—WSA Entry-—

He praised her, “Wifey, you are a genius!”

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.”

The simulation is over, and the entry is obtained: a showdown!

Looking at this entry, Zhao Meng was stunned.

“How should this term be used?”

“Hey! Here’s a wounded fox!”

…

A few years later, a woman who looked like a fairy appeared in front of him, and said:

“My lord, I’m here to repay my favor!”

This book is also called “Starting from Transforming Monsters”

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