Night Ranger - Chapter 42: Kingfisher Jade Dagger

Lucas was the last human in the universe.A cosmic-scale war had consumed humanity in massive destruction. As collateral damage, there were no longer any habitable planets. Lucas Alhamera, a scientist, attempted to terraform a planet resembling Earth called Antroseda but continuously failed.Overwhelmed by despair and the crushing weight of loneliness, Lucas attempted to end his own life using a euthanasia capsule. However, just before his life could be taken, he was abruptly awakened by a notification.[As the last of the dominant species, you have been chosen as the new Overseer of this universe.][The cycle of life must continue to preserve balance.][Select planet as the birthplace of the new species (default)][Select another planet...]With the Overseer System he had obtained, Lucas began what he had failed to do for hundreds of years: reviving a dead planet and creating a new race to succeed humanity.

[When the stars return to their positions, you will ascend to the throne.]At first, Bai Yi thought he was just dreaming.Then, he thought he was playing a nightmare game.In the end, when the dream became reality, and the game rewrote reality,Bai Yi discovered that he was not only the sole participant in the game, but also the only GM——Bestowing souls to all things, granting rebirth to the dead, twisting the rules of matter, creating absolute truth, writing real lies…The entire world is rewritten by him.[——The stars hold up the brilliance, casting a throne for you.] [——What you think and imagine will become reality.]***Everyone woke up to find that the entire world had changed.Spiritual energy revived, and the mysterious appeared.Ghosts prowling in the rainy night smile elegantly amidst the bloodshed;The mysterious flower shop owner awaits your visit in the depths of misfortune;In the reflection of the city, the shadow council remotely controls the world;In the sealed ancient painting, evil spirits are greedily watching your soul.Immortal arts, magic, martial arts, demons, ghosts, undead…A wave of mystery surged in the world.Someone is weaving everything behind the scenes, making the whole world dance with it.[——He is the source of all legends.] [——He is the mystery itself.]

[Face-slapping satisfying story] [Beloved by all] [Smart female lead, adult CP with Sheng Yuxiao]Li Xiaoya was born in a poor mountain village. Her mother died when she was three, and her father ran off with a mistress.When she was seven, the “Life Swap” TV show crew came to the small village and immediately chose Xiaoya.But when filming began, they suddenly switched to the village chief’s granddaughter instead.Later, the chief’s granddaughter went to the big city and appeared on TV. Netizens praised her for being poised and well-behaved, saying she’d become the goddaughter of an incredibly wealthy family. How enviable!The netizens also said that Xiaoya from the same village was originally chosen, but supposedly she stole and grabbed things, cursed constantly – good thing she didn’t make it on the show!Xiaoya had no idea a chapter of life that should have been hers had been stolen…***On the second day of filming, the rich young master who was swapped to experience life in the small mountain village met the dirt-covered Xiaoya.Despite her young age, Xiaoya would stand on a stool to cook for him, trek through mountains to dig up wild vegetables for him, and even save the one piece of candy given out in the village to bring back to him, holding it until it melted.The arrogant young master’s heart completely melted.So while the village chief’s granddaughter was touring Disneyland in the big city,The young master was helping Xiaoya dig in the fields and carry manure.The life was too hard; the young master really couldn’t take it anymore. In a fit of anger, he summoned a group of rich second-generation kids to dig fields and carry manure together… Instantly it went viral online, crushing the ratings of the other group.**Later, she was recognized and taken back by a top wealthy family. Her grandfather was gravely ill, her uncles and aunts were either crazy or disabled. No worries! The young master helped her with everything!Even the fiercest villains fought to be her father!

“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.