Nuclear-powered Sword Immortal - Chapter 149 - 146 True Spirit Projection Technique

A conspiracy had brought her back from the countryside to replace his sister and marry the mysterious and eccentric Crown Prince.

As a tough girl She expressionlessly stretched her muscles and planning to block whatever came her way.

If that so called Crown Prince dared to touch her, she would definitely hit his head to the ground!

However, the strange crown prince seemed to have some misunderstood about her...

“My wife is obedient and sweet. Don’t scare her. ”

“My wife will have her final exams tomorrow. I need to go back early to tutor her. ”

“My wife is not knowledgeable and has a bad temper. But with me around, you have to indulge her. ”

In the upper class of S City, they received a warning from the young master of the Bo Family almost overnight: Madam Bo is a treasure. Whoever touches her will have their hands cut off!

In the vampire-ruled kingdom of Mildelar, the Blood Games stand as the ultimate form of entertainment—savage battles between familiars, humans bound to their vampire masters through blood pacts. Far more than mere spectacles, these brutal fights determine the prestige of noble families, shaping their power and influence across the realm. Lyon, a young human saved from death by a blood pact with the alluring Arya Valakys—one of the king’s daughters—is unwillingly thrust into this cruel world. Bound to his mistress, he is forced into relentless battles to elevate her standing.Lyon, however, stands apart from other familiars. While they derive their strength from the fear of punishment, he draws his... from having dirty thoughts about his mistress!

I'm the villain !?

In fact, I never considered myself to be a hero, I always believed that the hatred people had towards me was somehow my fault, and that I was honestly not as kind or as nice as the protagonist.

But at the same time, I didn't consider myself a villain but one day I woke up and realized that actually everyone else does, including the people that I was willing to sacrifice my life to protect.

And if that was not enough on that same day, I woke up with the biggest burden a human can bear, the burden of saving fu*** humanity. Indeed, as a villain, it is not my duty to save the world, but to whom would I leave this duty? Should I leave it to the protagonist who spends all his time luring beauty to build his fuc** harem? The protagonist who got the most powerful cheat code but still failed to do his duty in the end, the same hero who wants to protect our enemies only because they are living in peace for the time being.

Ahhh! Even the thought of that hypocrite who convinces himself that he wants to control everything just to protect the innocents makes my blood boil.

Sigh, ok I'll do it I'll save this chaotic world, but I'll do it my way and anyone who gets in my path will discover why the world itself considers me a villain.

“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.