MTL - Hot Farmer’s Wife: Buying a Husband for the Farm - Chapter 267 267 Respect for money

In the distant future on Earth, there was a girl with God-like powers. That girl is the last survivor of the former human race that flourished in ancient times.

The Ancients.

And on that very same Earth, a new breed of humans with the ability to wield Magic emerged.

That girl began to observe the new human race silently.

Sometimes called a God, other times called Satan, that girl continued to observe the new human race.

This is the story of the happenings between the lonely girl and the hardworking new human race.

# ANOTHERWORLD

God’s Path was a mysterious game that appeared on the blue planet 20 years ago.

Only 1 million slots were opened every month.

Once a person became a player of the game, they would gain superpowers and become stronger than normal people.

…

Ling Yi was able to activate the Super Mutation System after becoming a player.

From consumables to divine weapons, he was able to mutate everything.

He was even able to mutate a bunch of cheat-like powers when he maxed out his potential.

When he mutated the +1 luck talent, it became a cheat-like power, Probability Reversal, where he could reverse a 10% possibility to a 90% one.

If an item only had a 0.1% chance of dropping, then it would be 99.9% for him instead.

When he mutated the True Eyes, he got the Eye of Truth, another cheat-like power that not only allowed him to see the hidden stats, but also the information of items.

Other than those two, he also had other powers like the Malevolence Manifestation where he could turn other people’s evil intentions into narration, and the Intelligence Reduction Light which reduced the intelligence of his target.

A year later, Ling Yi, who had achieved titles such as the Fastest Player to Level Up, First Maxed-level Player, and Strongest Man, was in one of his many interviews.

“Actually, I…”

As a graduate with a double degree from a prestigious university, Feng Jun somehow remains unemployed after graduation. He struggles in the city, but he can’t let go of his pride. It’s easy to imagine the difficult situation he finds himself in.However, everything change after one day—he and his phone are struck by lightning and he suddenly discovers that he can turn into ‘DATA’ and enter the applications in his phone.What can he do afterwards? Harvest plants in QQ farm? See other people’s hidden photos and posts on WeChat? Become a character in a mobile game? Use your imagination! Wait a minute, change the deposited amount in his mobile banking app? Stop there, that can’t be changed at will!With absolutely more adventures than the ones listed above, he also realizes that he can even freely enter Eastern cultivation novels.Let’s follow Feng Jun and embark on a wonderful journey of immortal cultivation!

“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.