Hide in The Immortal Cultivation World, Strike Hard in the Martial World - Chapter 184 - 121: Reunion After Ten Years

Zhang Lin, the king of Holy Light duel, was smeared by the team’s design and forced to withdraw from the online game professional league.
In order to return to the top, pick up the previous Summoner trumpet to fight against the Holy Light again, and perform the return of the king.
Summoner PK is the weakest? NO, everything is possible in Zhang Lin’s hands!
Play around with the guild, get the best equipment, and make beautiful MM…
Single P, Triple P, Group P, let the horses come over!
The bloody battle ignited the passion. Zhang Lin and his friends stepped over the mountains of corpses, and let tears and laughter witness Zhang Lin’s legendary online game life.

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After transcending to a new world, Ye Xuan miraculously obtained the Swallowing System.

[Trait: Protagonist's Desire][Acquire one trait possessed by the protagonist you reincarnate into.]A killer physique, a hypnosis app, becoming a shota...The protagonist has gained the ability to reincarnate into characters from adult games and make their traits his own. NO NTRRomance | Fantasy | Harem | Multiverse | SMUT | R18 | Reincarnation | NTL

“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.