My Charity System made me too OP - Chapter 450: Throne V

“As a firearms modifier, it’s normal for me to have better marksmanship, right? John Wick?” —— “The John Wick Series”

“As a private detective, it’s weird to solve the case faster than you, and better than you can fight? Zhou Xingxing?” – “Play Back To School”

“As a psychiatrist, shouldn’t the patients in Arkham Asylum listen to me? Bruce?” – “Batman”

“As an archaeological expert, a little knowledge of Feng Shui and tomb chambers, isn’t this a basic professional quality? Wu Tianzhen?” – “Tomb Raider Series”

“As an animal breeder, is it too much to keep some Godzilla and King Kong?” – “Monster Series”

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One world, one profession, let ordinary professions glow with new brilliance in the heavens.

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After 10,000 years, it was iced. The Douro’s federal expedition team discovered an egg with a gold and silver two-color pattern during the scientific study in the northern part of the country. After exploring it with an instrument, it found that there were vital signs inside, and he quickly brought it back to the institute for incubation. The egg hatched, but it was a baby, a baby identical to humans, and an egg-born child.

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“He knew he should not go easy on her, but his heart is challenging his mind…”(Warning: Novel is r-18 with strong mature content but NO rape and violence!)****Arya Tan, a beautiful, young, wannabe actress, was in a difficult situation that her only option was to agree on a deal offered to her to save her loved ones' lives. The deal was to make the aloof man named Ryu Ken fall in love with her, only to leave him heartbroken and devastated afterward. Would she succeed, and if she did, would she be able to escape Ryu’s wrath?Ryu Ken, a ruthless CEO who never gave a second glance to any woman how-much-ever beautiful she was, gave his heart to one woman. And despite his warnings, the woman broke his heart and left him. So he vowed to find her and punish her as brutally as he could. But could he really punish her when deep in his heart it was still her he longed to be? Could love overcome the hate buried in his heart?======Excerpt:“Leaving already? You seem to be in such a rush to talk to me. Why don't you spill it out now?”Stunned, Arya wondered if she was hallucinating. The voice was very familiar. The man's arm encircled her waist, abruptly pulled her towards him. He then leaned forward and scornfully whispered into her ear, “Aren't you here to negotiate? I was hoping you had a better offer.”She tilted her head to look up at the rude man and was left open-mouthed looking at a familiar face. She was shocked but mumbled, “Ryu?”Ryu smirked and stared at Arya's slightly opened lips and said, “Did you miss me? How about this?”Before Arya could utter another word, Ryu captured her lips abruptly and kissed her roughly.

“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.