MTL - Rebirth of Hong Kong 1981 - Chapter 118 goddesses 1

“It was never meant to be a simple game. After all, Gods don't play games. They play with the lives of people.”

Hikari, the VRMMORPG created by the leading tech companies of the world was launched in 2069.

The game soon grew big and started controlling major sections of the world. It became something more than just a game.

Zack was someone who was stuck with an unfortunate artifact that only allowed him to heal himself.

But when he died inside the game, the same artifact lead to him being able to move back in time.

Armed with the knowledge and experience, Zack will rise again and get the title of the weapons master.

The one who wields the strongest weapons in both the game and real life.

In the world of war games

Red Comet: “Amuro Ray, what kind of ability is it to bully recruits, come out and face me if you have the ability!”

Lin Youde shook his head: “What you’re looking for is Amuro Lei, what does it have to do with me, Li Abao?”

Go offline and return to the real world, to Konaku.

Lin Youde looked at the steel giant in Gnaku and couldn’t help sighing.

“Gundam is so handsome~!”

Correspondent: “Dr. Lin Youde, I have your sortie order.”

Lin Youde sighed: “Have it started again, stupid soul bound by gravity.”

Entering the cockpit of the red steel giant and opening the open door, Lin Youde said seriously.

“You guys, are you going to start a war again?”

“I just want to play games in peace!”

“Lin Youde, Gu Tie, attack!”

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Ye Chen transmigrated to a parallel world. In this world, everyone who was 18 and above would enter a chat group named Monster Chat. From there, they would summon their pets.Each person only had 10 chances of summoning pets and one chance to form a bond with a pet. Right at this moment, a voice rang in Ye Chen’s head:[Ding! Successfully activated the Unlimited Summoning System.][Congratulations for summoning pet: Dark Princess (level 8)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Alchemist (level 7)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Female Asura (level 7)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Goddess (level 9)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Demon Fox (level 10)][Congratulations for summoning pet: Nyuwa (level 10)]……This was an era where humans, monsters and pets coexisted. This was also Ye Chen’s era.

“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.