deathstroke fanfiction

Traveling through American Comics, Su Ming changes from an ordinary person to a world-famous mercenary and assassin. Just when he tries to get some information of this world, he encounters another Deathstroke.

After transmigrating into the Marvel-DC multiverse, he, once an ordinary person, has now become a world-renowned mercenary and assassin. Things have changed. Should he become a righteous hero, or continue his dark profession? "Don't use such shallow concepts like good and evil to judge me. I only do what I want." Suddenly, the protagonist appeared behind the author of this synopsis, punched him, and sent him flying. "The truth is simple. I am the death knell that rings in everyone's ears!" ---This is a translation--- Original Author: 混沌文工团

Michael was never anyone special. An IT tech. An introvert. A man who helped where he could and asked for little. When he died, he expected nothing — and instead found himself in a shop at the end of everything, holding sixty thousand karma points and a catalogue that could make him a god. Superman cost millions. Magic, bloodlines, entire universes — all far beyond his means. But tucked in the listings, absurdly underpriced, sat a single template: **Deathstroke.** The world's perfect soldier, for a fraction of what such a thing should cost. He told himself it had to be a glitch. He bought it anyway. He is reborn in **Night City** — decades before the neon-soaked future he dimly recalls from a game in a life that no longer exists. His father is a respected soldier of the 6th Street gang; his mother, a schoolteacher who prays her son will be more than the world around him. He grows up in a fierce, loving, dangerous found family of gang kids who become his brothers and sisters — through backyard dinners, schoolyard fights, and the quiet disappearances no one talks about. And he grows up *gifted.* Impossibly gifted. Everyone assumes he was simply born to fight. No one guesses the truth — least of all Michael, now **Slade Wilson**, who wants no part of the legend forming around him. He refuses the cyberware that everyone else lets carve them hollow. He refuses to become a leader of men who kill for a living. He only wants to keep the people he loves safe. But there is a reason that template was cheap. And in a city built to grind the humanity out of everyone in it, the hardest thing Slade will ever have to protect isn't his family, or the woman he never expected to love. It's himself. ###### Disclaimer: I do not own Cyberpunk 2077 (CD Projekt Red) or Deathstroke / Slade Wilson (DC Comics). All characters, settings, and concepts from those works belong to their respective owners. This is a non-commercial, fan-made work of fiction. AI disclosure: This story is written with the assistance of AI.

Transported into the dangerous world of DC Comics, an ordinary man awakens in the body of the infamous mercenary and assassin, Deathstroke. Now armed with unmatched combat skills and a brilliant tactical mind, he faces a life-altering dilemma: will he reshape Deathstroke’s legacy by becoming a force for good, or continue down the dark path that has made Deathstroke one of the most feared names in the world? "Don't measure me by notions of good and evil. I do only what I desire," he asserts, embracing the blurred line between hero and villain. Then, in a shocking twist, the protagonist breaks the fourth wall, confronting the very author of this story. With one swift punch, he knocks the author aside. "Things were always simple," he declares with steely resolve. "I am Deathstroke—the tolling bell in everyone's ears." Join the protagonist in this thrilling journey as he navigates a world of heroes and villains, making impossible choices and carving his own destiny in the shadowy heart of the DC Universe. --------- patreon.com/Masterworks951

Transformed into a world-famous mercenary and assassin after crossing over into the realm of American comics, he was once an ordinary person. Now, in a changed world, should he become a righteous hero or continue his dark career? "Don't judge me by such shallow concepts of good and evil. I do only what I want to do," the protagonist suddenly appeared behind the author of this fabricated synopsis and punched him away. "Things are simple—I am the Deathstroke ringing in everyone's ears!" ____________________________________ This is just a translation!! If you want to read advanced chapters join My ko fi Ko-fi.com/grandlinetales

A big fan of marvel and dc gets transmigrated into Marvel as his favorite Dc Assassin Deathstroke. But there's a twist two crazy abilities that will make the deadliest version of deathstroke to ever exist.

Through the world of American comics, he, who was once an ordinary person, transformed into a world-renowned mercenary and assassin. Times have changed, and he faces a crucial decision: should he become a righteous hero or continue his dark profession? "Do not judge me with shallow concepts of good and evil; I only do what I want to do." -this is a sloppy translation

deathstroke was fighting batman in arkham asylum. after batman obviously won deathstroke got teleported into a random place, he wonder what place it is

This is an experiment by AI. When DEAN IS REBORN

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"