Fate's Little Feral Consort - Chapter 1409

He Chuan transmigrated to an alternate world where everyone could reincarnate.

In this world, all citizens who reached 18 years old could acquire a chance to temporarily reincarnate to another world.

They could reincarnate to various worlds such as an Eastern fantasy world, Xianxia world, Western fantasy world, an urban world with advanced martial arts, or even a sci-fi world of the future.

They would acquire a mission along with the ability required to survive in that particular world.

If they successfully completed the mission, they would become a permanent Reincarnator. They could then embark on the journey of being rich and successful.

If they failed the mission, they would become ordinary commoners. The gates to the new worlds would be forever closed to them.

He Chuan reincarnated to his first world.

[You reincarnated into a world of martial arts. You are an orphan and a loser. You awakened the Deduction System.]

He Chuan devoted himself to deducting various kinds of martial arts. He extracted the essence of each technique and merged them into a unique system.

In the end, he became the greatest legend in Jianghu.

[You acquired S rank evaluation. You may choose to keep the power you gained during this reincarnation and use it again in your future reincarnations.]

He Chuan chose to keep the Deduction System decisively.

He then reincarnated to his second world.

[You reincarnated to a fantasy world. You are talented and are the eldest son in the royal family.]

Sit back and enjoy as He Chuan breaks through the limits of the world and crushes the void.

Since I’m good-looking, I might as well become an actor.

Chen Han was a genius and hard-working boy. When he defeated a young master of a prominent family, he was attacked in retaliation. His dantian was shattered and he fell into Jianyuan. He was reshaped by a mysterious entity with the true spirit of his life, and he cultivated the techniques of the Peerless Heart and The Emperor.

With peerless mentality and supreme combat skills, he fought fiercely in the world, swept the six lower realms, and galloped across the three higher realms.

When countless treasures of heaven and earth, divine weapons and sharp weapons are in the bag, when countless beautiful women return to the harem, and when countless strong men are completely annihilated, this vast world would be under my feet!

“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.