MTL - Good God, Stop! - ~ Chapter 40

[The time-travelling heroine who never turns around when speaking vs. the aristocratic self-effacing hero who always gets slapped in the face and is reborn]

Everyone said that sooner or later the second wife of the Shen family would be killed by the adopted daughter.

The melon seeds and benches are all ready, just waiting to watch the show.

Who knows——

Not only is he not dead, he is also getting better and better!

The eldest son became a well-known miracle doctor; the second son became a general; the younger son was smart and well-read, and became the number one scholar at the age of fifteen…

As for Shen Nian, that was even more remarkable.

She is the legitimate daughter of the Duke of the country, and everyone dislikes her for living in the countryside.

The boss of the apocalypse has traveled through time.

He has strange powers, possesses three types of supernatural powers, and is extremely lucky.

Her biological father is the Duke of Jian Zai’s heart, the leader of the Golden Scale Guard is a poor little boy she saved casually, and the bad old man who follows her is a weird doctor known to the world…

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When they heard that Prince Xiao was leaving Zhongdu, the elite circle went crazy with joy. They prayed to gods and Buddhas in the hope that this man would die outside.

But not only did he come back fine, he also brought a girl who was even more arrogant than him.

Everyone laughed at Shen Nian for being a vulgar farm girl.

The Holy One sneered, “…you call a person who makes a people rich, vulgar?”

The prince chuckled, his eyes flashing with a ferocity that made people feel heartbroken.

The next day, the person who gossiped behind his back either had his face ruined or his leg broken…

Shen Nian stuck his head out to watch the show, “Tsk, I told you that you would be punished if you spread bad words about me, but you didn’t believe it. You should believe it now.”

Xiao Shizi, who deeply concealed his merit and fame, nodded and smiled warmly and harmlessly, “…I think everyone believes it.”

If they didn’t believe it, he could make them even worse.

- Description from novelbuddy

Because of a broken net, Lin Changqing traveled to a terrifying world where warrior monks suppress the world, where demons and ghosts wreak havoc on the world!

Fortunately, Broken Net is not a mortal thing, it can capture everything in the world and endow it with a little spirituality!

Everything becomes a pet, a talent is born, Lin Changqing acquires a pet talent, and strengthens himself!

So in this world, there is another terrifying existence with countless strange pets!

“You thought I was holding a weapon?”

“No! It’s actually my pet!”

The bamboo stick that knocked down the big demon happily flew back into Lin Changqing’s hand!

- Description from novelbuddy

“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.