Chaos Sword Body Technique: The Sword God is invincible! - Chapter 100 - 101: Not Like an Inheritance, But Like Body Seizing!

Mistaken by the system, Xiao Jinsheng, who transmigrated into an apocalyptic book world, becomes a malicious supporting female character who has competed with the protagonist since childhood.As compensation, the system promises to assign Xiao Jinsheng five handsome and mighty bodyguards.A mysterious and stunning snake-man with long violet hair, a proud and sharp-tongued cat-eared youth, a charismatic black panther youth brimming with raw energy, a gentle and thoughtful sheep-man 'mommy,' and an elegant, noble Dragon Sparrow Beast Husband ready to fly her to victory.With just one glance, Xiao Jinsheng recognizes these men as her long-lost husbands.The system tempts her: punch the first button and get five gorgeous husbands, letting you revel in a life of love and luxury.“11111!” Xiao Jinsheng frantically presses her fingers onto her 'husband’s' abs on the poster.But who would have guessed that even systems lie these days?Where are the promised gorgeous and devoted husbands? What she receives instead are five executioners!The enigmatic snake husband suffers abuse and is sold off to the black market; after escaping, he only lives to kill her.The cat-eared youth files for divorce daily, the dashing black panther youth terrifies her with bloody threats, the noble Dragon Sparrow avoids her like the plague, and even the seemingly gentle sheep-man 'mommy' turns out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing.Xiao Jinsheng treads on thin ice, relying on the world’s mechanism where a Beast Husband must follow his wife in death to ensure these murderous husbands can’t harm her.She works hard to strengthen herself. Meanwhile, on the other side of the Mist Continent, a Demon Lord is deeply devoted to her, the King of the Deep Sea Mermaids falls for her at first sight, and even the Silver Dragon of Cloud Island stubbornly camps in front of her door.The five Beast Husbands, who were initially clamoring for divorce, drop to their knees with a slippery slide, now refusing to separate even in death.

Astra woke up in a forest with no recollection of her precious life.The only thing she knew was that she had a system with two parts; one was a Survival System, and the other was a...Wait, what?!A Breeder System?!

Shivam was a kind guy but died by Truck Kun, and later reincarnated as a Snake [HeBi]

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“F.u.c.k I died on my life's special day when I was finally about to lose my virginity, I died as a virgin loser, I work very hard for that day and Finally, my landlady permitted me to have s.e.x with her. I wasted my four precious Years of life courting her and when the fated day of my life finally arrives. but what the hell happened to me, yes I remember”

Suddenly few more hazy memories are started appearing in his mind as he thought about his previous life.

“You damn truck Kun, I died in the accident while crossing the road in Delhi, I am fucked up by damn truck Kun” Shivam started to curse as he thought about his previous life on earth.

He was a nerd who was living a carefree life in India, he dropped from university and doing a part-time job in a hotel as a waiter, he has no girlfriend because he was not popular among girls, but fortunately, he fell in love with his landlord's second wife and started courting her, she pitied him and finally four years later permit him to have s.e.x with her, but alas destiny was very cruel towards him, Truck Kun f.u.c.k.e.d him before he f.u.c.k her.

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Ding

[You killed tier 1 Fish you gained a beast stone, 100 Tier 1 beast stones needed for advancing next level]

“What, who are you, am I become retarded, suddenly I can hear things out of nowhere in my mind,” Shivam said in a low voice

[I AM RAPHAEL, AND I AM GOING TO ASSIST YOU ON YOUR JOURNEY]

“Raphael, what The hell are you,” Shivam asked Raphael in a serious voice.

[I am system and I am imprinted in your will to guide you on your journey and I will help you to become evolve ]

hearing Raphael's words, Shivam was surprised, He laugh and shouted in his mind.

“Oh, god you didn't abandon me. I heard many isekai stories when I was on earth, but it becomes a reality”

“Hey Raphael, can I become strong with the help of yours, and what do you mean by evolution,” He asked to her

[Yes you can become awakened as you reached the Tier 5 beast, and you can get the human form] As your will she replied.

“Raphael what do you mean by the awakened, ”Shivam asked curiously.

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The mc is smart and loves the beautiful women. He is op and merciless at the same time. he is not some kind of mindless killing machine who kills people for no reason.

“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.