I am the Entertainment Tycoon - Chapter 961: An Everlasting Dance

[Welcome Z-Streamer H48VW3. Your Stats have been evaluated and your rank is... E]'The day I heard this, I had thought those words were the symphony of my death sentence. But when I looked up my System, I discovered that entering the Tower was not my end, but only the beginning.'[Name: Mee Min-ho, Rank: E][Affinities, Equipment][Inventory, Shop][Coins: 0][Developer Options]'Developer options?' Min-ho stood shocked, wondering what this strange option was on his System menu.***No one remembers when the Z-Tower first appeared—only that it erupted into existence in a storm of fire and lightning, piercing the sky like a challenge to the gods.Its purpose remains unknown. Its reputation? Feared and worshipped.Every three years, the Tower opens its gates, welcoming the desperate, the greedy, and the glory-hungry. These challengers known as Z-Streamers, risk their lives in front of a global audience, battling monsters, traps, and each other for views, fame, and unimaginable fortune.But of the hundreds of thousands who enter, only a few thousand ever make it back.Min-ho never wanted fame. He only wanted to live a simple life. But as debts mounted and a desperate need for money arose, he had no other options but to face the Z-Tower's deadly games.Upon enter the Tower, fate hands him a miracle: a glitched System. One that lets him steal the Sponsored Gifts of other Z-Streamers.With this broken power, he begins his ascent—fighting, scheming, and stealing his way to the top, determined to rewrite his future.But power always comes at a price. And the Tower doesn't forgive those who cheat its game.

“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.

Beichuan, who loves animation, finally came to study in District 11. After graduating, he always wanted to become an original artist and worked hard for it, but unexpectedly it became a production process. For this reason, his goal has a new change, becoming Supervision!

“Lao Xu, please stop your pen.”

“Senior Nakamura, you have to continue to live.”

Disclaimer: This book is a lot of daily life, it is a white box fandom single heroine, don’t spray if you don’t like it.

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She was the genius daughter of an Ancient Martial Family, shining brightly, and known as one of the fearsome “Dark Twins”. Due to her sister's betrayal, she and her partner both perished.She was Ajiu of Qifeng City, the so-called waste that everyone laughed at. Although she was a daughter of a cultivating family, she had no Phantom Power Source and couldn't cultivate Phantom Power. She was banished to a remote small town and eventually beaten to death by her cousin in a dilapidated courtyard.When the genius daughter, who gained the treasure of cultivation in the Endless Void, transmigrated into the body of the waste daughter, the gears of fate began to turn again. The waste would set foot on the path of cultivation! Contracting Divine Beasts, practicing Alchemy, refining artifacts, carrying on the legacy of ancient Divine Artifacts, seeking her kin, exterminating evil spirits, let's see how she stirs the heavens and earth!He was the most noble man between heaven and earth, of supreme status, with a bewitching appearance. Due to a game started out of boredom, he encountered her, and from then on, through heaven and earth, he would never leave her side!Snippet One:Dugu Qianye sat in the way she used to practice in her previous life, beginning to examine her current body. The blocked meridians, the weak energy channels, this body was truly terrible. As she continued downward, she arrived at the Dantian, “Eh? What is this?”What should have been an empty Dantian was floating with a... uh, an egg?“Why is it an egg? Could my body have turned into a hen? Does it have to be this fantastical!”“I am not an egg, you're the egg! Your whole family are eggs!” Just as Dugu Qianye was conflicted between the egg and the hen, a childish voice arose in her mind.“Eh? The egg can talk?” Dugu Qianye was astonished.“Damn it, I've already told you, I am not an egg!” the egg fumed.Snippet Two:Watching Dan Jingtian eating and exhaling from being burned at the same time, Dugu Qianye suddenly felt like teasing him. After thinking, she said, “I am a child from the mud pill family on Dot Street in Wuyou Town, next to Zixu City.”Dan Jingtian rubbed the back of his head and said, “Zixu City, Wuyou Town, why haven't I heard of any of them? Also, what’s a mud pill?”“Stupid!” Mo Ziqing tapped Dan Jingtian's head, “Remove the city and town and read it again.”“Zixu, Wuyou, Dot, Mud Pill, ugh, it's all nonsense to trick you! No way, brother, are you playing me?”Snippet Three:“Hey, that woman punched a hole in the sky.” Ci Hun appeared in front of Zi Xiao and said wickedly.“Oh?” Zi Xiao looked up at him indifferently and said, “Just a hole in the sky. Go, find someone to fix that hole.”“That woman also ripped a hole in that man’s pants, right on the butt.” Ci Hun continued.“What?” The man, who had been casual just a moment ago, jumped to his feet, his bewitching face filled with rage, “A hole in the butt? Dare to show his butt in front of my woman, come, let's go chop his butt off!”Ci Hun was speechless, saying, “That was done by the woman.”“Still, chop it off! Can't even protect his own butt, might as well chop it off.”Snippet Four:Dugu Qianye looked at the person tied up like a rice dumpling in front of her, stroked her chin, and said, “I've decided, I'm going to rob. Hand over everything valuable you have on you!”“I don't have any money” Mang Qianjun said indignantly, looking at Dugu Qianye.“What? No money? Then what's the point of keeping you around! Xiaohuo, light a fire,” Dugu Qianye said somberly.“Wait, wait, I haven't finished yet,” Mang Qianjun shouted, “I don't have money, but I have the entire Endless Hell. You can rob it!”