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Pei Xian, who looks like the green tea and white moonlight of Big Boss in the book, was forced by Zhou the First Gongzi to kill his child and send to the villain Big Boss as a substitute lover. Pei Xian would rather die than submit that he jumped from the building to his death.

When Shanghai’s Great White Shark Si Yang was only 28 years old, he died of illness and transmigrated as the cowardly and timid cannon fodder Pei Xian, airboned in confusion on the scene of the jump off.

Big Boss Gu Han: Come down, I want you and your baby.

Pei Xian▼_▼: 30 million free shipping, no check.

Zhou Kai:

In Gu Han’s book, the villain Big Boss was beaten by half of the book by the male protagonist’s “wisdom reduction aura” and eventually the Big Boss’s company went bankrupt and he became depressed. Now he is reborn with a system called “concern and care for villain’s IQ”, and Pei Xian is the system’s battery. Gu Han needs him to be around all the time to charge before using the system.

System task: Hold Xianxian’s little hand. System energy + 1

System task: Praise Xianxian, praise Xianxian beautiful. System energy + 1

System task: Please Xianxian and spend money on Xianxian. System energy + 2

System task: Make Xianxian bashful and coquettishly says hate. System energy + 2

System task: Make Xianxian satisfied!!! System energy + 10

Gu Han: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Green tea/white moonlight comes to the door: scram off substitute, this Immortal man has thought through to come back!

Pei Xian takes out a calculator▼_▼: Hello, please wait a moment. There are nine supercars, two listed companies and three mansions worth million all of which have been transferred to my name. Only the bankrupt goods belongs to you.

Gu Han picks up the scheming boy, turns around mercilessly and goes upstairs….

The sound of the bed collapsing came from upstairs.

- Description from Novelupdates

In a world where ferocious monsters and dangerous Gate are an everyday occurrence, only the strongest survive.The weak, as always, are sacrificed for the greater good.Jeremy is one of them. Betrayed, discarded, and condemned to death, he seems destined for certain doom.But fate is always unpredictable, and the choices of some never unfold as expected.“I'm not a monster, I swear,” he said, turning around with a grin. “They are the real monsters.”A wave of disgusted stares hit him from all directions.“Okay, maybe they're not monsters… maybe they're worse,” he added, nodding seriously. “But me? Nah. I'm the exception.”And then it wasn’t just the humans looking at him with disdain.Even the so-called “monsters” behind him were staring in silence, their eyes fixed on him with what could only be described as mild offense—like their master's behavior had somehow embarrassed them.Not that they could—or would—kill him over it. Probably.The novel contains some violent scenes. They are skippable and do not affect the reading experience. However, I feel it's important to mention it.Additionally, the novel will have a sarcastic tone and won't be too serious.#Undead#Necromancer#Summons#Skeleton

Betrayed. Starved. Left to die alone in a world that chewed up the weak and spat them out.Gu Qingran trusted the wrong people, loved the wrong man, and paid the ultimate price.But fate? Fate gave her a second chance.Reborn 30 days before the apocalypse, she refuses to be the naive fool she once was. This time, there are no attachments, no kindness—only power.With the Omni-Alchemist System, she can create weapons deadlier than an arsenal, fortresses stronger than steel, and medicines that could cure or kill with a single drop.While the world slept, she stockpiled.While they wasted time..she built an empire. When the world burned, she rose from the ashes—untouchable, unstoppable and unchallenged.Let the apocalypse come. Let them beg for mercy.Because in this life, Gu Qingran is no one’s prey.She is the storm.

“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.