MMORPG: Divine Monster Transmuter - Chapter 1039: The Final Battle

Upon waking up, Jiang Fan became a low-level fisherman in Tonghe County, with a home empty as four walls and a stomach rumbling with hunger. Inside, he has a beautiful wife to support, and outside, he faces oppression from the Dragon King Gang and the Government, beset by internal troubles and external woes, nearly at the end of his rope.Fortunately, he awakens his Life Chart with the Great Blessings Equal to Heaven attribute: surviving great ordeals will certainly bring future happiness.As long as he gets through the tribulations, he will surely gain opportunities, with Destiny upon him.……Millions and millions of years later, Jiang Fan looks at the pieces of Immortal Family's supreme treasures in his home, along with the Sect's Fairies, the Dynasty's Goddesses, unparalleled demon queens, and peerless fox girls about to break into a fight, he wants to cry without tears.Heavens, please don't send more, really don't send more, at this rate, the house is about to catch fire, truly can't withstand any more.

Friends, standing before you is:The Master Of Gacha;The Bug Catcher’s Bane;The Nightmare of Every Youngster;The Idol To Countless Boys And Girls;The Second-in-Command of Team Rocket;The Uncrowned King of the Underworld;The Youngest Champion In History;Master Of All Types;Luo 'The Shining Light Of The League' Yuan!

The female lead tormented scum without rest, and the male lead showered her with endless affection.Returning to the turning point of fate, she was determined to strike the supreme with her fists and kick the trash underfoot.Those who had once wronged her, deceived her, and taken advantage of her, brace yourselves for trembling!Watch him and her: not wasting their prime years, hand in hand, they compose a grand wedding!

“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.