Saimin Regulation - Chapter 79: East-West-South-North Gift Fuck-Arc

Shaymon, the man who has achieved the apex of dark magic, is framed as being a Demon King and is killed.

In a world brimming with magic and cloaked in mystery, the Book of Judgement Day wields extraordinary power capable of altering destinies, captivating many seekers and adventurers who yearn to uncover its secrets.The Gamma nation lies in ruins, yet the remnants of its profound mysteries cling to existence, particularly the fabled Book of Judgement Day, a relic sought after by numerous individuals despite the widespread doubt regarding its existence. Rinoa, a diligent student from the prestigious Atlantis School of Magic, embarks on a quest to unravel this enigma; however, as she prepares to depart, her teacher is unexpectedly attacked by a dark-cloaked figure, plunging her into a dramatic confrontation.Determined to pursue her quest, Rinoa defies the school's restrictions on her journey. In this critical moment, she encounters a young paladin named Fitran, who expresses willingness to join her mission—but only under the condition that she acquiesces to his stipulations. Who truly is Fitran, and will Rinoa agree to his terms, risking her mission for the sake of a partnership?

“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.

“Is this really a f*cking cannon fodder counterattack system???” Zhou ZiRuo transmigrated into a game and became a shapeshifting, cannon fodder, baby fox demon.

As a new (male) fox demon, he thought his task was only to counterattack the gold-fingered, peerless, super explosively cool, iceberg protagonist.

But why did the iceberg protagonist seem like he was possessed by a death god, with NPCs dropping dead left and right everywhere he went?

Why must he help the protagonist investigate the incidents or else the counterattack percentage would fall through the floor, leading to his death?

As Zhou ZiRou wearily investigated the supernatural cases, at the same time, he walked down the grand path of counterattacking the protagonist and kicking him to the curb.

Yet no one knew that under the iceberg protagonist’s calm and proper exterior was a heart that was both kuudere and wicked.

System: Congratulations! The counterattack was successful!

Zhou ZiRou: You motherf*cker, you never said that I’d counterattack into the role of the female lead ahhh!!!

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