The God Virus - Chapter 414 A Reunion

Follow the story of Tianlian Liu Shu, a tree who didn't know anything at first and struggles to survive and extend her roots through the cosmos.The World she lives in is filled with fantastic sights and strange new cultures, and there is something everybody in this World has: A system.Moreover, even while she is a tree, she has people who will fawn over her...?“Tiantian, does the Sun feel good on your leaves today?”“Liu Liu, I've found this delicious compost made of natural extract~.”“Tian'er, does the wind feel good on your branches?”Tianlian Liu Shu, a female tree, didn't really know what to do with these fawning women.

We are born free; yet, why do the deities and Buddhas claim supremacy!Bodhisattva, Buddha, Deity? ... I shall wipe out all your Divine Souls!If the heavens obstruct me, I will shatter these heavens; if the earth obstructs me, I will crush this earth!Tathagata, today you must return to me—five hundred years!...

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.”

My name is Lin Luoqing. Today, I transmigrated into a book but I’m not panicked at all. It is because I know the direction of this book very well. I can definitely use the plot advantage to reach the peak of my life and become a winner in life!

Hey, what is with that child over there who is peeking at me? How did he show up at my house? He is looking at me with three parts sadness, five parts dissatisfaction and two parts complicated.

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