Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor - Chapter 856 Turn.

Note: This is a translation but I will try to make it a good translation as possible. This is R18 which contains graphics scenes. You have been warned about it.NO NTR, NO YURI, HAREM, MILFIn the rustic heart of a sleepy village, Long Gen, a seemingly dim-witted wanderer, hides a cunning mind beneath his foolish facade. Nicknamed “Dragon Root” for his irresistible charm, he masterfully plays the fool to win the hearts and desires of the village's women. From the yearning widow at her doorstep to the curious sister-in-law peering through her window, no beauty escapes his allure. As Long Gen roams the vibrant fields and tangled forests, he weaves a tapestry of seduction and mischief, leaving a trail of whispered scandals and smitten hearts.

To get some money Leo started playing a popular VRMMORPG, [ FRAGMENTAL ]. Unfortunately he had no talent for the game.

Desperate for Money Leo did everything from

joining an oppressive guild to signing a slave contract making him become an corporate slave

But Life gave him a second chance...

Returning in time and armed with knowledge he gained during his years working as an informant, Leo shall reach the top

He was summoned by 3 milfs and 2 gilfs, only to realize he wasn't a typical hero with powerful skills.He was a hero with “gifted semen” which can boost battle power or grant random skills.Since then, there has been a long queue of women outside his inn to receive his “blessing”.Mature woman from east, powerful women from west, nuns from south and naughty milfs from south, they all chant his name from their slutty mouth.In bed, of course, Lol.

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.”