A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines - Chapter 298: Miss Puppet’s Trance - II

Ashok Kumar Maurya, a hardcore gamer, is shocked to find himself transmigrated to the world of his recent Open-World game. But the real surprise comes when he discovers his new body isn't any of the familiar characters he once controlled.The owner of this body is some exiled noble named Adlet. An Extra. An UNKNOWN THIRD-RATE EXTRA.Ashok is greeted by the “System,” which reveals he was chosen for his perfect game ending. However, due to angering the God of Fate with vulgarities, he’s stuck with an insignificant body. As a result, the System gives him a quest from the God of Fate to preserve his life.[Main Quest: Achieve the Best Perfect Ending again.Reward for Success: Any wish, including returning to the previous world.Failure or Rejection: Death.]Just because a Quest is assigned to me, does that mean I must perform well in the role I'm given, that of a Third-rate Extra?With all the knowledge I possess, I refuse to settle for the role of a Third rate Extra, so I chose a new path for myself—the role of a VILLAIN. After all, playing the Hero would only end up in repeating what I did in the game, which is far too boring.However, to fully embrace this new role, I must rid myself of the old one. To do so, 'I sacrificed the System and original Adlet's soul to the HIDDEN FINAL BOSS, a beautiful Goddess.'…………….Follow the journey of Ashok, or the new Adlet, an unknown extra, into a true Villain. Armed with his knowledge of the game world, Ashok uses it as his weapon to overpower the original main characters and even challenge the Gods themselves, carving his path to power and domination with a loving goddess by his side.................>>>>HAREM: YES>>>>Detailed Plot: YES>>>> NTR: NO>>>> System: Sacrificed

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Cool and talented female painter VS dark-bellied and poisonous-tongued business boss

When Wen Rui met Xie Yanqing for the first time, Mo Shang was like a jade, and his son was unparalleled in the world.

When Xie Yanqing saw Wen Rui for the first time, she smiled sweetly and looked forward to her beautiful eyes. With just one glance, he knew that this girl had lived in his heart.

The noble and desolate second master Xie in the capital broke his precepts, fell in love, changed his low-key style in the past, showed his affection on the Internet every day, and even abused his own son when he abused dogs.

“Second Master, black fans on the Internet say Madam’s paintings are plagiarized!”

“Go and block his account for me, and send him to the police station.”

“Second Lord, some people in the Chinese painting circle say that Madam was hired as a senior consultant of the art institute, so there must be a financial backer!”

“Post the marriage certificate of my wife and I online.

“Second master, Madam said she wants to drink porridge from Yipinju.”

“Hurry up and buy the ingredients, how can the outside smell as good as mine?”

“Papa, can I see what you locked in the safe?”

“No, that’s a portrait your mother painted for me.”

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One day, Wen Rui was surrounded by reporters for a post-marriage interview at the Golden Lottery Awards Ceremony.

“Miss Wen, it is rumored that you are a cold beauty. How did Second Master Xie win your heart?”

Wen Rui’s bright eyes moved slightly, and said quietly: “Rely on thick skin.”

Reporters: “…”

Someone strolled over and grabbed Wen Rui’s slender waist: “Huh? Miss Wen, the wind hasn’t moved and the flag hasn’t moved, it’s your heart that’s moving.”

That night someone put Wen Rui against the wall: “Ruirui, are you still excited?”

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Li Yi once lived the dream of every pro gamer. He was at the top of his game with the best equipment, the highest stats, and everything a gamer could ever hope for. However, he soon realized that none of his ill-gotten gains for his to keep when he was branded Public Enemy Number One and killed in the biggest battle of the ages.

When I was 15-years-old, during the year that I graduated from middle school, my father told me this.