No Cheat in Bleach ? Watch me help Aizen then. - Chapter 33: So Who’s Really the Villain?

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic.Why isn't it in the fan-fics then?Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic.Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this.If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

Hace 24 años, el mundo colapsó. Un virus conocido como Eclipse transformó a la humanidad en criaturas mutantes, llevando a la sociedad al borde de la extinción. Las ciudades se convirtieron en ruinas, los asentamientos luchan por sobrevivir, y la verdad sobre el origen de la infección se ha perdido en el tiempo.En este mundo roto, Kai, un viajero solitario y mercenario de intercambio, sobrevive negociando Obsidianos, la única moneda de valor en la nueva era. Su vida cambia cuando cruza caminos con Lía, una misteriosa joven perseguida por mercenarios. Su única posesión es un antiguo colgante de Obsidiano, cuyo secreto podría cambiar el destino del mundo.Juntos, se ven envueltos en una conspiración que los lleva hasta el Laberinto Ancestral, un lugar prohibido que esconde la verdad sobre el Eclipse. Perseguidos por un ejército liderado por el despiadado Voss, enfrentándose a infectados más allá de la comprensión humana y descubriendo que su pasado está conectado al desastre, Kai y Lía deberán decidir si la verdad merece ser revelada… o si es mejor que permanezca enterrada.Cuando la última puerta del Laberinto se abre y los ecos del pasado despiertan, solo una pregunta queda en el aire:¿Es el Eclipse el fin de la humanidad… o su evolución?

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.”

After reincarnating, she pressed against Mr. Qin. “Sir, from the darkness on your forehead, I predict you’ll soon face a major disaster. If you want to overcome it, you’ll have to marry me. I can guarantee that you’ll have many children and grandchildren. You will also become as rich as a nation.

“Mr. Qin, who was already as rich as a nation, said, “Get lost.”

“Honey, when will we have our third child?” He asked one day.

“So what if she’s Mrs. Qin? She’s still a useless mute,” a hater said.

Shocking! Mr. Qin’s mute wife was actually a world-famous voice actor, actress, award-winning scriptwriter, bestselling author, esports champion, top-notch hacker, and god-like racer…

“Ehh… It’s all for the purpose of entertainment. It doesn’t serve society at all.” The hater was feeling panicked.

Shocking! Ye Caitang is the Dean of the International Medical Research Institute.

“I surrender. There’s no messing with this one. Goodbye…” The hater said.

“Mr. Qin, how do you feel about marrying a full-level bigshot?” The media asked.

“Huh? Isn’t my wife a fortune-teller?” Mr. Qin replied.

Dear readers! Fresh green style, maybe you will like it more in .