Tales of Demons And Gods - Chapter 113 - Of course it was on purpose

Ariadna Lereg Ilestri Pre Agrigent. And so my life begins with this ridiculously long name, born to royalty and the center of attention — all because of one dangerous man; the veritably insane tyrant king, ruthless conqueror of ten empires, nightmare of all continents… and my father?! Will I be able to survive this maniac?

[Warning: MATURE/R-18 Content]Noah Ashford, the son of the village chief.And also, he was a reincarnator, who accidentally died by an unexpected event.Since childhood, he was always considered smart by his friends.Unfortunately, his talent was too low, leaving him far behind.Due to his low talent, he was always the object of ridicule, always talked about by the villagers.Luckily, one day when he was almost killed by a monster, something strange happened to him.He got a system, called talent increased.***Others tags:Adventure, Weak to Strong, Strong to Stronger, Killed, Level Up, Revenge, Hated Protagonist, Academy, Netori, No incest, Princess, Priest, Hero, Knight, Dragons, Demons, Magic Mana, Divinity, Skills, Rewards, Potions, Training, Hard Training, Body Enchament, Spirits, Elves, Dwarfs, Necromancer, Beast Taiming, Beats, Dryads, World Tree, Contract Spirits, Divinity, Holy Magic, Saints, Commander, Milf, Kings, Continent, Imperials, Nobles, Kingdoms, Tournament, Rivals, Emperors, Prince, Princess, Resistance, Conflict, War, Power Level System, Longevity, Cold ProtagonistSlice of Life: WPC JUNE 2024

Liam Dreamweaver an ordinary highschool boy reincarnated in ordinary yet advanced technology world.He thought it was an advanced technology world. However it wasn't until one day the sky darkened and when the light come back, he.. no, everyone discovered they have new memories about cultivation in their mind.Everyone awakened their cultivation talent even if it's very weak almost negligible however the same can't be said about Liam.Liam didn't have any cultivation talent even a little bit. In this supreme fantasy world, he became a rare case who didn't have any cultivation talent.Later tragedy fallen upon his family as an beast tide run amok in the city and his mother, sister died while protecting him.In the end, he watched his family dying.Later after some years, he awakened his system, yet the system was immature. However it give him an technique about plundering strength as well as talent of other people's and went into dormancy.He vowed that he will resurrect his family.In his total 500 years life, he hunted all famous genius from every sect and became the notorious demon in the world.However by misfortune his identity was discovered, so he was hunted by almost every sect's in the world.Just when he was about to hide and save his life an system prompt sounded.[Ding, There are 70 percent chance that the host will die today!][Ding, Do You Want To Go Back In Time When The Earth Hadn't Any Cultivation Aura Present?]He was stunned and when he clicked on yes, he went back in time, when everything hasn't started.This time the system give him an novice gift package as his peak strength.Feeling the strength and looking at his mother, sister, he vowed to protect them in this life and took an oath that in this life he will really do whatever he want!***Tags: Slice of Life - Slow Life - Extreme Wish fulfillment - Smut - No Yuri - No NTR - But Contains Netori - Milf - Princess - Different World's - Different Races - Harem - Mature - R18 - Sex Stories - Hentai - NSFW - Pregnancy - Chaotic Neutral Main Character.

“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.