The Rise of the Black Plain - Chapter 6: Revealing The Inheritance

What would you do if one day you were suddenly told that the gods weren’t just beings from Myth and Legend but an undeniable truth? Would you laugh? Scoff? Or maybe even ignore it altogether. For a young man called Aiden, his choice was simply a mixture of all 3. but when confronted with Divine soldiers that could call forth terrifying flames at just thought, there was no room left for denial. These Divine Soldiers not only informed Aiden of his divine heritage but also invited him to join Olympus Academy, a place known as the training ground of the gods. For most people, such a revelation could leave them questioning reality for several weeks, but for someone bogged down with life like Aiden, it wasn’t a crisis but a once in a lifetime opportunity! As Aiden arrived at the academy he discovered not only was h e talented but hsi genius was so monstrous it made even the gods start paying attention. from then on Aiden didn’t hold back he blazed forward fearlessly, smashing giants, crushing tians and even duelling against the gods. Follow Aiden as he traverses across mystical realms, fights against monsters and creatures of legend and does something unseen since ancient times, to reach for the domain of the gods and surpass it!

“Rishe Ilmgard Wertsner! I’m breaking off my engagement with you!” “Okay, I understand.” “Huh.” The Duke’s daughter, Rishe left the evening party without delay. In fact, for Rishe, this engagement has been terminated for the seventh time. That’s where her new life starts, after having enjoyed the way of life of a pharmacist and a dressed up knight, she lost her life at the age of 20 and has gone back to the scene where her engagement was broken off. Normally, this could have broken Rishe’s heart, but her mentality became strong. Her past six lives have been busy and fulfilling, she wants to live longer this time around. If possible, she wants to live a life of leisure and squander money… To commence her 7th life, Rishe has set up such a diagonal goal. However, in this life, she will be married to the Crown Prince of a militant nation, who killed her in her past life. …It’s probably better. It doesn’t matter if it’s a former rival country. In her seventh lifetime, she’ll enjoy loafing off at a castle!! Against all her determination, she inadvertently demonstrated the skills she had cultivated in her past lives and garnered attention as a brilliant Crown Princess.

When Linger was looking for a job, he applied for a bartender at a bar, but the guests who came here seemed strange.

What can a female warrior wearing very little, an armor that can’t even protect her eyesight, protect against?

How did the calamity mage who owed a hundred luck points survive until now?

Melancholic and lonely Skeletor, Skeleton? drink wine? Please don’t waste it!

The devil who likes the hero, since he is the devil, please do your job well, OK?

…

Well, he was getting used to these strange guests.

(Unknown Uncomfortable Sky: “Presenting Fine Wine for a Wonderful Different World”, “Sword and Magic and Beautiful Girls”, “Wine of Beautiful Girls”, “God-level Bartender of the Other World”, “I’m Really Not the God of Dionysus”)

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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.”