Bamboo Forest Manager - Chapter 49: Save Me

Su Yunxiu fell in love with a person when she was a freshman, and the other party took the initiative to pursue it. The two decided to be together in their second year. After graduating from college, they stayed together silently for four years, gradually honing her gentleness and patience.

In the face of the gossip, Su Yunxiu willingly endured it.

At the birthday party, Su Yunxiu stood at the door of the half-closed room, listening to the laughter inside, only to realize that they were his plan from the very beginning, and she was just a bet between them.

At the moment when the truth came, she deleted all the man’s contact information, and took the initiative to pack up and make room to leave.

——

After breaking up, Su Yunxiu began to concentrate on her career and only wanted to make money. Seeing that the girl became more and more outstanding, Xu Mu was itching to get it back, and she blocked her way from get off work full of joy. Su Yunxiu sneered: “This gentleman, you are a good dog Get in the way, you’re in the way.”

Xu Mu: “…”

Behind her, there was a handsome and handsome man wearing a mask, slowly coming to her side, hugging the girl intimately and possessively, with a low and sweet voice: “Xiuxiu, we should go home.”

The girl passed him by without even giving him a look.

Young Master Xu, who stayed where he was, turned red as a joke.

Before she knew Yu Wenci, her world was gloomy and gloomy. After knowing him, the man devoted his whole life to gently and completely cleared away the unease in her heart, and let her laugh freely in his world.

He once said, “Little girl, why are you so embarrassed every time we meet?”

“Okay, stop pretending, cry if you want to, and won’t laugh at you, what are you doing?”

The update time will be double-updated after it goes on the shelves at around 6:00 p.m.

- Description from novelbuddy

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

On the brink of destruction, I regained consciousness and found myself back in the past, 20 years ago. In order to have a peaceful retirement, I must prevent the impending doom.

When a terminally ill young man awakens in the world of his favorite childhood game, he realizes he isn’t the protagonist, the destined hero, or even a major side character. Instead, he has become an extra—a disowned noble barely clinging to relevance in a world where strength determines everything. Worse, his fate in the game was to die an early, meaningless death.Armed with only his knowledge of the game’s storyline and a common system that tracks his stats and skills, he is determined to survive. But mere survival isn’t enough. He remembers a hidden easter egg from a long-forgotten anime collaboration: the Mangekyō Sharingan—a power limited by game mechanics but unrestricted in reality.With Kamui as his trump card, he walks the fine line between fate and freedom, seizing power from the shadows while avoiding suspicion. As the protagonist and his allies battle against demons and unravel the game’s grand destiny, he secretly builds his own strength—manipulating events, mastering forgotten arts, and even forging ties with villainous factions.Will he remain a footnote in history, or will he carve his own legend in a world that was never meant to be his?