MTL - Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills - Chapter 952 . Too extravagant

When 18-year-old Kyle Conner arrives at his aunt's for a summer holiday, he expects relaxation and freedom. Instead, his life is forever altered when he crosses paths with Lilith, the demon of lust and second-most powerful entity in the underworld.Forced into a dark pact, Kyle is transformed into a demon and gifted with a mysterious system that promises immense power. But this newfound strength comes with a deadly price: Kyle must hide his true nature and navigate the treacherous world of demons, all while being hunted by Lucifer and other malevolent forces.As Kyle struggles to control his newfound powers and unravel the secrets of the system, he discovers his ultimate goal: to overthrow Lucifer and bring about a new era of peace. But with the forces of darkness closing in, Kyle must confront the darkness within himself and make impossible choices to survive.Will Kyle be able to master his demonic powers, outwit his enemies, and fulfill his destiny? Or will the weight of his newfound responsibilities consume him, dooming humanity to eternal darkness?

This is a fresh release from the pen of the creator behind “Longevity: Starting from the Qi Tags”. Dive in and enjoy the read!---------------------Jiang Ning transmigrates to a world on the brink of chaos.To preserve himself, he starts training in martial arts with the help of his prior experience, quietly growing stronger.As his martial techniques reach beyond their limits and he gains various abilities, some of which include divine authority.Starting with martial arts, he begins to master divine powers and control innate divine abilities.The Five Animals Fist allows him to cultivate from a beginner to perfection, continuously breaking limits, with each organ storing essence and housing divine spirits.The Vajra Immortal Body gives him an unbreakable body and eternal bones.The Inner Elixir Cultivation Skill promises eternal youth and never-ending vitality.On the day the Martial Saint, who has dominated the world for eight hundred years, strikes at him, Jiang Ning simply smiles.Are you really trying to attack a divine being?When the weapon that once killed gods and immortals falls upon him, he tilts his head slightly, his hair remaining unbroken.His foundation has long since forged an indestructible golden body!The other names of this book are 'While Others Cultivate Martial Arts, I Cultivate Divine Powers!', 'Beginning with Hepatic Experience to Fleshly Sanctification', 'Starting with Martial Arts to Become a God'

“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.

As a naive teenager, he was unaware of his own superiority.Shang Xiaojie realized the violent man who had tricked him into a hotel was actually his brother-in-law.He struggled and tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, “Let me go, you idiotic beast!”“I may be foolish, but a beast? Can’t you at least admit to that?” he asked.After drugging Shang Xiaojie, he callously taunted, “You’re just a male prostitute who comes running whenever I snap my fingers. You’re nothing, Shang Xiaojie.”Devastated, Shang Xiaojie swore, “Mussaf, I hate you and I’ll make you regret this.”Upon his return five years later, he was accompanied by a young boy.Shang Mingming asked, “Is that man my father?”Shang Xiaojie responded coldly, “No, I don’t know someone like him.”Furious, Mussaf demanded, “Where are you taking my son?”Shang Xiaojie grinned and replied nonchalantly, “I’m getting married to another man. There’s nothing you can do about it.”