Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Seeing Locke, the ferocious wolf, fully revived, the superhuman souls around him were terrified and their first thought was to turn around and run away.

But no one expected that the mindless eagle had been driven mad by fear, squeezing out incoherent roars, swinging the double hammers on its arms, and charging towards Locke with a howl.

Now things are really messed up; there's no time to run. The remaining people have no choice but to grit their teeth and follow, with only one thought in their minds: they must completely crush Locke today, or they will be the ones to die!

Faced with the swarming attack, Locke advanced instead of retreating, his feet sinking as he unleashed the Flowing Rock Shattering Fist. He neither dodged nor evaded, forcefully blocking the powerful hammer blow from the Earth Eagle, then with a flick of his wrist, his fist shadows became as dense as a woven net, unleashing a storm of counterattacks in all directions.

While the Earth Eagle was directly confronting the enemy, the others were not idle either.

Those who could remotely generate energy waves were hurling them in this direction, those who could generate electricity were crackling with blue light, those who could control lightning were wielding bolts of lightning and striking wildly, and those who could play with fire were spitting out tongues of flame.

Unfortunately, after a flurry of attacks, not a single shot managed to touch Locke's clothes; instead, his teammates were left crying and screaming.

"Ice Explosion, are you blind?! Look carefully before you fire!"

"Which bastard sprayed that acid?! My arm is about to be burned through!"

"Damn it! If this keeps up, we're all done for! Dan! What the hell are you standing there for! Control him! If you don't do something, we're all going to die here!"

Seeing his teammates turning on each other in complete chaos, Wu Ling glanced at the huddled Mind Storm in the corner and immediately yelled, "What the hell are you standing there for? Get started!"

As a former teammate of the soldier boy, Mindstorm had been driven half-mad by psychological trauma over the years. Just now, Locke's fierce energy triggered a stress reaction, and he collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

Startled by Wu Ling's shout, he finally regained his senses and shakily raised his head.

The moment his gaze met Locke's, Mind Storm gritted his teeth and immediately activated his power. He was determined to drag this demon into an eternal nightmare, to make him taste the agony of being worse than dead.

As soon as the power was unleashed, a dizzying sensation of the world spinning suddenly struck.

When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by a desolate canyon. A gray mist, like tattered cotton wool, enveloped the surroundings, making it impossible to see the sky or touch the ground.

He had intended to trap Locke in the illusion, but was horrified to discover that his abilities had completely failed him.

In other words, this time it wasn't him who trapped Locke, but rather him who was dragged into Locke's dream.

In the boundless gray fog, the storm of the mind can only wander aimlessly forward, the road beneath its feet seemingly without end.

He frantically tried to find the boundaries of the dream, to find a crack to escape, but even as his legs nearly broke, all he could see was the same suffocating gray.

Until he saw a group of people of various shapes and sizes gathered around a campfire.

Seated to the side was a king clad in light, cold armor, his aura as solid as a tangible weight. He held his longsword in his arms, the scabbard touching the ground, as still as an ancient, unyielding mountain.

Not far away stood a four-armed, four-eyed monster with a gaping maw full of fangs on its belly. The terrifying aura emanating from the shadows surged like a living creature, and just glimpsing its outline sent chills down one's spine, as if countless eyes were staring intently at it from the shadows.

There was also an old man with white hair that stood on end like a lion's beard, a ferocious face, and a huge string of Buddhist beads hanging from his chest, each bead gleaming with a dark light, exuding a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay.

And there was a humanoid being whose body was shimmering with starlight, with specks of starlight flickering on his body, as if the entire universe were draped over him.

Suddenly, the four figures turned their heads in unison, and the moment their gazes fell on the Mind Storm, he felt as if his soul had been torn apart and crushed into dust by countless invisible knives, leaving him unable to even scream.

Especially the starry sky surrounding the humanoid figure; with just one glance, his consciousness was forcibly pulled into it, completely losing the strength to struggle. Until a calm yet undeniably authoritative voice resounded in his mind:

"This is not a place for you. Go back and forget everything here forever."

The next second, the campfire suddenly leaped up ten feet high, and countless figures burst out from the crimson flames. Shadows overlapped, and in an instant, countless solid figures emerged from the firelight.

Those beings, each so powerful as to inspire fear, some even resembling deities descended to earth, now surged around him like a tidal wave.

An overwhelming pressure instantly enveloped him, and endless fear gripped his heart like icy tentacles, preventing him from even screaming. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

As the last ray of light disappeared from his sight, he heard the soft cracking of his bones, and then he fell uncontrollably into the endless darkness, plummeting straight into the eternal hell.

In reality, it was just a fleeting moment, but the mental storm caused him to convulse and fall to the ground, foam streaming down his face, his whole body twitching like a fish out of water.

Wu Ling watched him fall straight down, frozen on the spot, her mind blank.

It wasn't until the earth eagle's heart-wrenching scream pierced the chaos that his gaze was abruptly pulled back to the battlefield.

In less than half a minute, all the bones in the earth eagle's body were smashed to pieces.

Locke used him like a tattered sack, using him as a human shield, slashing and smashing him until the superhumans with enhanced bodies cried out in pain and ran away in terror.

Seeing this, Ice Blast, also a member of the G-Force, disregarded their camaraderie and unleashed a pale freezing ray, freezing both of them, including Earth Eagle, into solid blocks of ice.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Wu Ling no longer cared about the idiot's life or death. His eyes suddenly lit up with a crimson light, and his extremely powerful laser eyes gathered all their strength, shooting fiercely towards the ice sculpture.

Seeing this, the other superhumans also went crazy and unleashed their signature skills.

Flames erupted, ice spikes whistled, energy rays tore through the air, and spikes, acid, and lightning, along with all sorts of broken projectiles, rained down from the sky.

With the shadow of death looming overhead, the superheroes, who usually couldn't stand each other and refused to yield to one another, surprisingly displayed a remarkable level of teamwork.

Of course, this excludes the superhumans with enhanced physical bodies who were at the forefront. They didn't even get a hit from Locke; instead, they were smashed to pieces by their teammates' attacks, screaming in agony. They all became the most unfortunate victims in this coordinated attack.

The barrage of fire that lasted a full minute finally stopped. On the battlefield, amidst billowing smoke and dust, a group of superhumans, leaning on their weapons, slumped to the ground, panting heavily. They were all certain that Hungry Wolf Locke was definitely dead this time.

After all, even if Homelander himself were to withstand such an overwhelming attack, he would be badly injured after half a minute, let alone this terrorist with only second-rate superpowers.

Just as they collapsed to the ground, patting each other on the shoulder in relief at surviving the ordeal, the lingering smoke slowly dissipated.

Locke's mangled body was exposed to everyone's eyes. His hands were gone at the wrists, and half of his face was burned black and curled up, revealing white bone fragments. Only a writhing black fluid at his chest tightly protected his vitals, preventing him from dying completely.

Seeing the superhumans freeze in shock, their expressions as if they'd seen a ghost, Locke grinned, revealing half of his charred mouth in a ferocious and terrifying smile, his hoarse voice crackling with icy coldness:

"You guys... should aim for my head."

[New skills have been learned]

Armament Haki

[Can be loaded into a character card]

【2486→1986】

【Garou - Youth (100%) → Garou - (Half-Monster)】

The chilling notification sound, like a death knell, echoed across the deathly silent battlefield.

The next second, something unexpected happened.

Locke's originally charred black short hair fell out in clumps, and new hair grew out wildly, turning a blood-red color.

The bones at the severed wrist pierced through the flesh and regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye, instantly forming a pair of gnarled and twisted hands.

The charred face healed at an astonishing speed; the scabs peeled off, the skin and flesh returned to their original positions, and it was completely restored in just a few breaths.

Amidst the utter despair of the superhumans, Locke was fully resurrected, his body surging with terrifying ferocity. He slowly raised his head, his crimson eyes sweeping over every pale face, his voice, barely able to contain its joy, seemed to emanate from the depths of hell:

"The party isn't over yet, I haven't had enough fun, until I've racked up enough points."

"No one is allowed to leave."