I've Already Confronted the Five Kage, and the System Just Arrived! - Chapter 3 -

The cosmic player, trapped inside a colossal alien spaceship for 10,000 years, clung to the hope of one day returning to Earth. Abducted and forced to adapt to the dangers of the spaceship, he must do whatever it takes to survive. With anger burning in his heart, he vows revenge against the aliens who tore his life apart.Fantasy World and Adventure start later in the story.What to expect: Fantasy World and Adventure start later in the story. This novel is mostly fantasy, which you will see more later in the story. Also, 1st person writing will eventually switch to 3rd person writing later in the story as more characters are introduced.Keep reading to find out more.Other tags: Isekai, Evolution, Dungeon, Revenge, Summoning, Sci-fi, Romance.

What do humans want most, money, fame, power?

When I was given a choice I wasn't blinded by greed and due to that my new life in another world started.

If you were given a second chance, will you follow your desires even if they were against common sense?

Geniuses, Demons, Gods? as long as they stand in my way the will be returned to nothingness.

Follow Aster on his travel trough the multiple planets and realms as he gains the title “The Perverted Primordial”

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 status of a wizard is transcendent in all continents and in the universal plane.