Should I Become a Villain? - Chapter 49 The Hunters Of The Golden Wattle Guild

A Hentai World is a Dangerous Place, Especially if Your Best Friend is a Hentai Protagonist and You Are a Trap.

Qiao Zhao married a first-class noble son from the capital, but unfortunately for her, she wasn’t given a bridal chamber as a sign of her newly married life.

After their marriage, her husband went on an expedition, leaving her alone to take care of herself. After a long time apart, they finally saw each other again, but suddenly, she was shot dead by her husband on the city wall with an arrow.

When she opened her eyes after a while, she saw herself in the body of a kidnapped young girl riding a donkey, racking her brains to figure out how to get back to the capital.

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Jyera, a parallel Earth ruled by humans, was about to enter the interstellar era when the apocalypse arrived. Animals turned into monsters, humans became zombies, the weather went crazy, and all technology stopped working.Rick was a rookie firefighter on his first day of work when the apocalypse began. With the help of other survivors, they trusted each other and managed to survive the initial chaos.But due to the greed of his companions, Rick was betrayed by them and ended up dead. After regretting his choices and accepting his fate, Rick finds himself alive again 7 days before the apocalypse begins. Now armed with a powerful system and knowledge of the future, Rick plans to not only survive, but thrive in the harsh apocalypse…

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.