Spending My Retirement In A Game - Chapter 831: Khan

Gu Man, who transmigrated from ancient times, woke up in the body of the Gu family’s second daughter.

As soon as she woke up, she saw the fiance of the original body who had hooked up with her stepsister. Faced with the scumbag’s confident questioning, disgusted gaze and a slap to her face, Gu Man’s reaction was to return a fierce blow to him. She hit him until he was dizzy and knelt to the ground, his lower body covered in cold sweat. Gu Man only realized that a video of her walking into the room had been leaked after she left, and the matter had begun to spread rapidly.

Countless people insulted Gu Man and called her a mistress.

Faced with a two-faced stepsister, a malicious and deceiving stepmother who climbed her way up from being a mistress, and a father who couldn’t tell wrong from right and treated her as more of an adopted daughter, as well as those stupid onlookers who didn’t know the truth of the matter and called her a country girl… Gu Man ignored them all.

The top scorer in the college entrance examination, top hacker, divine doctor, financial tycoon…

All kinds of identities were attached to a single person. Gu Man relied on her own strength to ruthlessly slap them all back in the face!

The noble Xiang family’s eldest son, a powerful man in the capital, even declared to the public that his wife was mischievous, and that he would take the blame if she made a mistake.

Just when everyone was wondering who this sweet wife of his was, the entertainment headlines published a photo of him holding his sweet wife as they walked in and out of a high-end hotel. The woman in the picture was Gu Man!

Xiang family’s son: Everyone, meet my wife!

[Warning: This thing contains a bit too much bloodshed... so...]yes u saw the tags right, this is a mix of cultivation and tower so expect both the magic and cultivation in this.Villainous MC with a Personal system? if thats what u were looking for, you already got it!check the book out.-----Ye Tian was once just an ordinary human from Earth, living a mundane life. But fate had other plans for him.He was mysteriously transmigrated into the world of cultivation, a place where strength reigned supreme and power could shape reality. In this world, Ye Tian embarked on a dark path... the path of demons.After trillions of years of cultivation, he ascended to the pinnacle of power, becoming the Absolute Demon, feared and revered across the entire cosmos.His beauty was angelic, but beneath that flawless appearance lay the heart of a ruthless killer... a demon hidden in the guise of an angel.Countless races trembled at his name. He was a cold-blooded, merciless force of destruction, known for slaughtering without hesitation.Entire worlds were laid to waste at his feet. His cruelty knew no bounds, and his reign of terror spanned eons. Yet, for all his strength and dominance, there was no satisfaction.Ye Tian grew weary of the endless killing and ruling. Standing at the top, alone and bored, life had become empty... a never-ending cycle of bloodshed that no longer stirred his emotions.But everything changed one fateful day.In the blink of an eye, Ye Tian found himself back in his old body, back on Earth, as if the trillions of years he had spent cultivating were nothing more than a distant dream. However, this Earth was not the one he remembered. The world had changed.A giant Tower had appeared... like something out of the fictional fantasy stories he had read in his past life.And just as Ye Tian began to grasp this new world, a system window appeared before him...[Connecting to the Tower.]*****

“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.

Three thousand years of bowing down to the Demon Lord, I would rather be a mortal than a celestial being when looking back, but for her I will… become one who controls life and death!