MTL - Doomsday’s Rabbit Essence - Chapter 117 ·?

I wanted to be the hero but I knew in my bones that I couldn’t.

Ten years after the end of the world I struggled desperately to survive but I fell to my knees in the face of a great destiny.

“If only I were given one more chance.”

And like a miracle, another chance came.

It’s not like before, when I gave up and let go of everything.

I’ve had enough of playing the supporting role, now it’s time to rise above everyone else.

I’ll be the main character and reach for the stars.

She has stunning looks and talents that are even more amazing, but she hides both deeply because she understands that beauty is never a blessing. One who is beautiful can only bring trouble, especially within such a society where evil runs amok. In addition, one who is too crafty is disliked.

So to the common eye, she is an ugly woman, so ugly even ghosts would be too afraid to look at her, a weak, ignorant lady.

An imperial edict forces her to marry the well-renowned prime minister of Dong Ling. She cleverly deals with her situation as she faces hidden and openly disdainful looks, smiling coldly and looking on indifferently. She did not want any of this. Why do women make things harder for other women?

She is the ugly, cowardly, useless, frail Lady Zi Yinye. But she is actually the handsome and brilliant prime minister Ye Yin!!

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“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.

Fu Xin woke up and found herself as a mother on a reality show, where she had abused her biological son into depression, faced online boycott, and ultimately became a disgraced mother.

However, Fu Xin remained unfazed because the plot had yet to begin. As long as she acted badly enough, she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him.

So, when the program started, while other mothers were getting up early, preparing delicious breakfast, coaxing their babies to wake up, and worrying about their temper tantrums, Fu Xin and her son had a different approach.

The five-year-old little one would get up on his own, tidy himself up, and tirelessly try to wake his mom up! He would climb trees to get bird eggs, fish in the river, and dig snakes in the fields, leaving his dear mother worried.

Fu Xin claimed that she only wanted to act badly, but her little one was so amazing that he became the “most desired baby by netizens of the year,”. It was to the point that people even wanted to steal him by putting him in a sack. It was evident how popular her little one was.

Naturally, Fu Xin gained attention as well.

This made netizens bitter, and they started to make sarcastic comments. They claimed Fu Xin was a discarded woman from a wealthy family, and her rich husband never showed up.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the rumored CEO, known for not returning home and rarely appearing in public, sent out lawyer letters personally.

Fu Xin: “What’s going on? How come this wealthy husband, who never appeared in the original story, is joining the fray?”

Jiang Yi: “Our son and I waited for you for a lifetime in our previous life. Finally, in this life, we have you back!”

Fu Xin: “So, I transmigrated… into myself?!”

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