Global Dungeon: My Support Is Too Strong - Chapter 436 - Good People Will Not Come

With the last name on his revenge list crossed out, Oliver died. In a twist of fate, he found himself in the past, before the chain of events had even started. Given this second chance, his aim was clear: to do it all over again, but this time, better.---As demons attacked the world, one of the most feared villains known to mankind escaped his prison.For the past decade, the high-security containment zone,“The Abyss,” had held him captive. But recent demon attacks forced the transfer of essential prison personnel, weakening its security.Seizing this opportunity, Oliver Thorne escaped.Contrary to expectations, he displayed no anger, rage, or remorse, instead heading directly for the heart of the demon army.The blood of the fallen rose like a tsunami, merging with him as he flew across the sky.He reached the center of the demon army.Suddenly, the world turned crimson.An enormous energy wave tore through space and time, shredding the strongest demons into dust.More blood erupted, fueling further explosions.Until everything was reduced to dust.The crimson devil, the supposedly unkillable villain, finally perished. But, unknown to him, fate had other plans.After death, Oliver Thorne was sent to his teenage years. The time before he became a villain.What would he do with the unexpected second chance he received?[ A/N: This is a modern fantasy novel that happens on a slightly more advanced parallel earth.The main character is a villain who regresses to a time before he lost everything.The main character’s ability is blood manipulation, blood storage and infinite regeneration with blood.]Tags : Action, Adventure, Scheming Protagonist, Villainous Protagonist, Politics, War, Military, Otherworld, Portal, Monsters. Super power, Super heroes, Super villains.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]

Kazuki’s life was painfully average—just another cog in the nine-to-five grind. His only escape? Binge-reading novels and no-lifing video games.Then he woke up inside one of those novels.Armed with unstable morals, unhinged humor, and a penchant for pettiness, Kazuki is determined to survive, thrive, and maybe cause a little chaos along the way.The world has no idea what’s coming.

[Villainess Strong FL. Rebirth, Mind-reading.]Su Yanyi, the president of Splendid Entertainment, is one of the most legendary queen-like figures in the entertainment industry. Every artist she picked out would become a powerful force within the entertainment circle.A conspiracy caused her to lose everything, and she discovered that the man she had always treated with cold indifference had actually loved her deeply. Sadly, it was only at the end of her life that she realized all she left behind was unrectifiable regret.“If there is a next life, I will surely make those who have wronged me pay a hundredfold, and I will do everything in my power to ensure your well-being!”Perhaps it was her strong obsession, but in the blink of an eye, she found herself back to three years ago, accompanied by a very magical super system space—the Perfect Wife System.Having been a queen for so long, was this a hint for her to switch tastes and become a virtuous wife?Qin Jiran, the new generation's movie emperor, is handsome and overbearing, standing high above others like an emperor, the one and only god in the hearts of countless fans.Yanyi is the woman he loved most and the only woman he ever loved in his life. Unfortunately, she did not love him. Three years of marriage between them were nothing but a transaction.“Yanyi, do we really have to get a divorce?”...This story features a space, abilities, and a golden finger. The female lead is strong and cold but occasionally gentle; the male lead has a poker face and is a loyal dog, not lacking in assertiveness. I hope you all like it.