The Death Mage Who Doesn’t Want a Fourth Time - Chapter 338: What do the new family members taste like?

{WSA ENTRY 2025}___________In a world of mages, where magic is the lifeblood of every human, a young teenage guy; Grey Dawn was unlucky as he wasn't born with an affinity. And when he was off age, he still didn't unlock his affinity and he always got bullied by everyone.But everything changed when a certain unfortunate incident allowed him to unlock his hidden abilities. On the verge of commiting suicide, a powerful entity came to him.“What are you trying to do?”“Commit suicide of course. My life is meaningless without any magic core so what's the point of my life?”“what if I told you that you could practice magic and become the most powerful mage to ever walk the earth?”___________With that fateful encounter, Grey's journey began. One of discovering his hidden affinities, defying his past and seeking to become the greatest mage the world has ever seen.Join Grey as he embarks on a journey of supremacy with his squad of different race and his own power.__________Harem? No; although there are going to be several female interests, there won't be a Harem that I assure you all.OP MC? Yes; although he was weak from the start and always got bullied, he is going to be OP after unlocking at least 2 to 3 affinities so watch out.Action packed fights? YesAcademy? Yes.

As soon as he crossed over, Su Mu came to another world.

In this world, there are warriors, qi refiners, and all kinds of terrifying ghosts and monsters!

A good rebirth simulator turned into a death simulator because it was too dangerous.

For him, death is not the end, but the beginning.

In the simulation again and again, thousands of demons have been derived!

The flesh and blood are put into the pot, divided and eaten, turning into a bloody skeleton.

He died in a wrongful battle, his body did not rot, and he turned into a dry zombie.

Introduce thunder into the body, turn extreme yin into yang, and transform into a fierce reggae.

Devouring demon souls, suffocating the sky, turning into an undead ghost car.

Some people become immortals.

There are also people who die into demons!

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Hunted for the Alchemical Book in her hand - Mu Ruyue wakes up in the body of a wastrel in Shenwu Continent - a martial arts dominated world.Her fiancé has jilted her in favor of her foster sister.Her father condones her abuse.Her younger sister wishes she was never born.And the whole country ridicules and insults her for being a first-rate wastrel.Wastrel? Not at all. With the Alchemical Book in her hand, what pills and elixirs can't she refine?Jilted? She'd rather marry the pure and innocent Ghost King, Ye Wuchen.----Mu Ruyue: Stop calling me Sister!Ye Wuchen: Can I call you Wife then?Mu Ruyue: Not that either!Ye Wuchen: (about to cry)Mu Ruyue: (sighs) Suit yourself.Ye Wuchen then leans forward and kisses the corners of her lips.Mu Ruyue: …Did a child just steal her first kiss?----Brother 1: Let her go!Brother 2: She is my mother, why should I let go of her!Brother 1: Don't ever think of robbing my mother!Mu Ruyue: Let me introduce you, Jing'er, this is your younger brother. Huang'er, this is your elder brother.Huang'er: Mother, this stupid boy bullied me. He's not my brother.Jing'er: Little guy, from now on, you must listen to me.Ye Wuchen: (How exactly do these two regard him? They dare fight over his wife in front of him...)

“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.