Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? - Chapter 6 Parents

What happens when you survive seven hellish years on an alien planet in the ultimate battle of the strongest in the universe—as a human?What happens when you give everything you have and more to defeat the final boss in a battle to the death… only to wake up the next second, back at day one?Going through it all over again?But something is wrong.The game in his hands isn’t Nyxfall 6: Dark End, the world he spent over seven years surviving. It’s Nyxfall 7: The Veilbreakers—the next installment.He won? So now he’s been given another game to play?And he’s not alone. There are others like him in every alien civilization. This time, it’s not just survival—it’s about who can lead their people best.That is… if they even care about their people at all.Why bother leading at all? With everything they have learned, why not exploit the system, amass unimaginable wealth, and live like a king in a game that pays in real money?

“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.

The reborn Xu Renshan originally bought 50 times the lottery ticket with his memory, but he passed away with a huge sum of 200 million yuan.

Originally, he could successfully interview with the advantage of rebirth and become a civil servant, but he changed his mind when he met a rich woman on a blind date.

The civil servants who work from nine to five can’t compare to soft rice.

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Many years later, the tens of billions of rich women, heh, his assets are increasing by tens of billions of income every year, and the unit is US dollars.

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Love watched helplessly as her husband Sima Chao married the princess to fulfill his ambition, and she couldn’t help but feel heartbroken.

Sima Chao hugged her into his arms and coaxed softly: “Afu, you are the only one in my heart. If you can stay in the country, I will definitely set you right.”

Love believed him because she was obsessed with him.

It wasn’t until Sima Chao was worried about his princess wife who was about to enter the house that he killed her flesh and blood with his own hands. Only then did Love realize how much sincerity a person who was cruel to his own children could have towards her.

It’s just that he is lying and she is obsessed with it.

Love finally saw clearly the person next to her. She was completely heartbroken and died in despair the day before Sima Chao married the princess in glory.

Starting over, Love decided not to make the same mistakes again, but when she opened her eyes, she saw the whole house was filled with joy, and she actually returned to her wedding night with Sima Chao.

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Sima Chao, a great hero of a generation, fought against the princes and unified the world, which was his lifelong ambition. For this reason, he did not hesitate to let down his beloved.

He thought: If she could live in the world, he would give her the highest status in the world, and it would not be too late to slowly repay the deep love he owed her.

As everyone knows, if you miss it, it will be difficult to get it back. When he turned back to her, she had already turned away.

He won the world and had everything, but he only lost her.

When Sima Chao saw her smiling broadly at the man beside her, he finally became anxious, his eyes turned red, and he regretted it.

Overhead, imitating the Wei and Jin Dynasties

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