Reincarnated As A Baby? My Cry Is A Dragon Roar! - Chapter 156 - The Resentful Great Abyss Master

1.

Zhuang Yan had just split into an Omega when he was taken away by a counterfeit for four years.

The counterfeit was a dog in his previous life, and he would bite everyone he saw, causing a lot of trouble. In the end, he let go, and returned his body and the mess of chicken feathers all over the floor to Zhuang Yan——

An old mother who was heartbroken by my son’s rebellion

An indifferent brother who swore he would never talk to his brother with char siu again

school at stake

plastic fake boyfriend with evil intentions

And just returned from the frontier, gloomy and vicious, self-made from the mud and blood, the strongest Alpha fiancé who can scare all interstellar children to tears, Chen E.

Zhuang Yan: …

That counterfeit who seized the house just finished wearing a Schrödinger’s green hat for others.

2.

Alphas all have half-beast forms, and Chen E is a swan. He is disabled, and most of the right wing is made of metal skeleton and feathers.

Quanxing.com felt that Chen E would break off the engagement with Zhuang Yan sooner or later.

Two years ago, Zhuang Yan said foolishly that this Alpha, Chen E, no matter how high he climbed, he was nothing more than a cripple.

Later, a photo circulated in the home of the heavily guarded major general:

The fair and beautiful Omega lay in Chen E’s arms, kissing his injured wings obediently and sweetly.

【Beautiful and Miserable x Good and Sweet】

A little sweet article about love

Content tags: sweet article future overhead

Search keywords: Protagonists: Zhuang Yan, Chen E

One-sentence introduction: Alpha is fierce but his wings are fluffy

Conception: Facing difficulties, life shines; not afraid of dangers, the right path is smooth.

- Description from novelbuddy

What should I do if I cross to another world and become an NPC?

This idea has been deeply rooted and sprouted in William’s mind!

Therefore, he decided:

I want to be the strongest NPC in history.

Wear the thickest armour and give the most vicious beatings!

Who says an NPC will be killed by players?

Who says an NPC upgrades more slowly than players?

Who says an NPC must explode equipment, I can explode in more ways… Bah humph.

Anyway, it’s impossible for me to die. Just take a look at all you trash players. Your father will stand here and let you chop for an hour without a frown!

- Description from Novelupdates

Eight Thousand Years after the Glassing of Earth, Terran Descent Humanity has largely become a post-scarcity society based on consent and enjoying life. With the discovery of another ancient race beyond the “Great Gulf”, events and history collide to draw the Terran Confederacy into war against a hundred million year old empire that has always won and believes it always will. With allies and enemies of multiple species, the Orion Galactic Arm Spur will be wracked by warfare the likes of which have not been seen. Cracked, harried, wounded, and damaged, Terran Descent Humanity willfully throws itself against the universe itself. “The universe hates you and will take away everything you love, laughing while it does so.” - Terran belief.

“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.