MTL - Reborn In the Tokyo Bubble Era - Chapter 9 Runa Onodera's decision

She is the Crown Prince’s fiancee, but on the night of their wedding, an edict was made and she was given off to marry the crippled and paralyzed God of War.

Mark hatched out of an egg one day, reincarnated as a demon!His body was as strong as iron, instincts capable of noticing a silent fly multiple meters away. Eyesight sharp enough to see the small holes in an enemy’s clothing.Moreover, he also had a system.[Soul Devourer][Eat souls to grow stronger.][Mind-type Demonic Tricks have been derived out of your demonic bloodline!][Heart Input!][Input unsolicited thoughts in an enemy's heart and influence them!]Mark took a deep breath.How can he allow himself to live a mediocre life after being given this second chance?Now, he wanted it all!Women, wealth, power, status, and even eternal life!His ambition was set, his heart was on fire. A demon had been born.

Felix Morningstar's life was a tale of both fortune and misfortune. Blessed with an IQ of 170, he was a true genius, fluent in twenty languages and well-versed in a multitude of fields, from mathematics to science, computer science to finance. With his exceptional intellect, he rose to become a self-made billionaire by the age of twenty-five, earning a spot on the prestigious Forbes list as the youngest billionaire.However, Felix's early years were marked by tragedy. Born an orphan, he was abandoned and left to fend for himself. Despite his remarkable abilities, he never experienced the warmth of a loving family. Instead, he faced constant bullying and isolation, even as he excelled academically and professionally.Despite his success, Felix remained haunted by a sense of loneliness and distrust. He struggled to form genuine connections, wary of those who sought to exploit his wealth and power. Yet, fate had other plans for him.During a fateful business trip, tragedy struck, and Felix's life was cut short in a devastating plane crash. But instead of meeting his end, Felix found himself reborn in a new world, his memories intact and his potential limitless. Bound by a mysterious entity known as “the system,” he was promised unparalleled strength and influence in this unfamiliar realm.Now faced with a new beginning, Felix must navigate this strange world with his unmatched intelligence and unwavering determination. Will he find the sense of belonging and love that eluded him in his previous life? Can he truly carve out a place for himself in this new reality, or will the challenges ahead prove insurmountable?Only time will tell if Felix Morningstar, with his extraordinary gifts and unyielding spirit, can find his place in this world and finally discover the true meaning of family and connection.

“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.