Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires - Chapter 234: Champion

Lucas Tanaka, a 30-year-old Japanese man who gave up his dream of becoming a soccer player, lives a monotonous life in Tokyo. After an act of bravery that results in a fatal wound, a glowing screen appears in front of him. [The skill “System” has been granted.] [“System” unlocked.] [The skill “System” has given to you the skill “Supernatural Resistance”.] [“Supernatural Resistance” unlocked.] [Thanks to the divine effect of “Supernatural Resistance”, from now on death is no longer a problem for you]. When Lucas wakes up, he finds himself on a vast soccer field, back in his youth, in the middle of a match with his childhood friend. With new skills and an unexpected chance to relive his dreams, Lucas is faced with the opportunity to redefine his destiny, but first he must overcome the normal challenges of a young soccer player, such as becoming a starter, winning the regional championship and become a professional soccer player! [The hidden function of the skill “Champion System” has been unlocked.] [The skill of “Replicator Genius” has been granted]. [“Replicator Genius” unlocked]. __________ What you can expect: Action, well-developed relationships, an MC who has attitude, a complex system that evolves, an MC who gets really strong, Slice of Life, manga content. The MC is proactive, he knows how to adapt, but he’s not a genius who knows literally every possible future for all his actions.

This novel is also known as Endless Bloodstone / Infinite Bloodcore

In the dark night there is no light, save for the sound of war drums and rally cries. The young man listens carefully, it is his heartbeat and the flow of his own blood.

What hides in the darkness ahead? Is it man, god or… a monster?

There is no such thing as the best road. However, the journey beneath one’s feet is unbounded!

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Interpol Chu Nanzhi traveled to the last years of the Dahe Empire, and became a wicked woman hated by thousands of miles and eight villages and a vicious mother of four little ones.

But on the first day after transmigrating, she encountered a catastrophe of extermination. She used her past life director to help the original owner’s husband get rid of the crime, and saved herself and the four little ones.

Back home, Lin Jinxiao and the four little ones still hated her and were always wary of her.

Looking at Lin Jinxiao and the four little ones who were sick in bed, Chu Nanzhi didn’t want to give up the truth, and decided to wait until Lin Jinxiao recovered from his injury, reconcile with him, and promised to take care of the little ones temporarily.

Because of being highly valued by the county magistrate and wealthy households, Chu Nanzhi took advantage of this time to become a proficient detective and supported her family by investigating cases. She assisted the county magistrate in solving many cases and gradually changed the attitude of her neighbors towards her.

Later, Chu Nanzhi proposed to make peace with Lin Jinxiao, but the four little ones refused at first.

She went out to handle a case, and the four little ones were afraid that she would never return, so they chased after her: “Mother, we want to go with you,”

When she came to Beijing to meet her, the county magistrate took her hand and refused to let go: “You are already the mother of four children.”

One day, when Lin Jinxiao became the emperor, he put his arms around Chu Nanzhi and said, “You have been trying the case for so many years, so stay in the palace and try it on me, I have grievances!”

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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.”