When A Mage Revolts - Chapter 915: Reinforcements

Reborn in the United States in 1995, with all the web novels he has read in his head.Let's see how he uses online literature to skew America's bestseller rankings and become a popular cultural master like Stan Lee.In the 20th century, what is the largest IP in Hollywood?It's comics and web novels!Netflix? It's nothing without online literature! Disney's CEO later claims.

Shirou only had the best intentions that night he chose to cast aside his ideals. Now trapped in a strange world where Gods, Angels & Devils run rampant, he's about to learn just what kind of road said intentions have built...provided he can finish his second year without accidentally kick-starting another Holy War.Translate and writing awesome fanfics..

Wu Lai was an ordinary high school student. One day he was struck by a flash of lightning from a different world, and suddenly entered a fantastic world full of magic and swords. Since then, he started a totally new life. In this supernatural world, he had his ups and downs, experienced numerous battles, subdued powerful evil beasts, and fell in love with a belle. His nickname “Demon King” was remembered throughout the ages there.

Stay or return was a question. In the face of this choice, Wu Lai, with the nostalgia and gratefulness for the original world, finally chose to stay…

Here was the legend of “Demon King”…

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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.”