MMORPG: Rebirth of the Legendary TimeKeeper - Chapter 122: Raven’s Delicacy

Then there’s James Bellini. His nickname? The Angel of Death.The man everyone fears. The man they all whisper about in dark corners. They say he’s merciless, that he has killed more people than anyone in the Circle. No one dares cross him. But there’s a secret, one that no one knows.James Bellini has never killed anyone. Not once.The rumors started because of a misunderstanding, a mistake so deep that even he couldn’t fix it. Now, the entire underworld fears him. Even the other bosses treat him like an equal, like he’s one of them. But the truth? The truth is something only God himself could untangle. And James? He’s just a man caught in the middle of it all.

[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.

Su Bai, a novelist from Earth accidentally fell from the top of a cliff.When he woke up, he realised he had already transmigrated to another world. Furthermore, this was not just any world. It was a primitive other world with Humanoids.With his Daily Assistance System and extensive knowledge from modem society, some of which he learnt from being an author, he led his primitive Tribe out of poverty. There, little by little, he started to transform the era, to advance it forward!Uncovering mysterious of Shamans! Meeting more beast eared women! Farming!

“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.