The Villain's Perspective - Chapter 34 - : Benefit without effort

While reading a novel, Fu Erdie thought more than once that if she arrived in an apocalyptic world, she could only wait for death.

The cars could not be driven, roads could not be recognized, they could not even cook food.

There was also physical strength involved…there was no need for her to encounter a zombie because with just a sudden drop of temperature, she could get a cold and fever and die from it.

As a useless person of the new century, she sincerely hoped that the whole world would be prosperous and free of disease and calamity. At the same time, she could just draw at home and earn living expenses while muddling through.

As a result, God played a joke on her.

After a shower of rain, the world changed. There were zombies and dead plants everywhere.

She looked down from a window on the 10th floor and saw the crowd panicking. The cars rammed and blocked the road, and the small noodle shop she often went to was now stained with blood… Everything pulled back Fu Erdie from her fantasy.

The world had truly changed.

Fu Erdie decided to go out to find her relatives, and she would bet on whether she would become a zombie or an alien. She gathered her courage and opened the door, then stepped back and closed it. The zombie neighbors in the corridor were horrible! It is impossible to fight zombies, you can only wait to die in a wretched manner. And any chance, there was a lot of stored food at home that she could eat for a month.

But her ending was probably one of the two choices she had in her mind, to die now or die in a month. And she chose to lay down and continue her everyday normal life. She would just wait to meet the upcoming water and electricity cuts.

On the first day, everything was the same. The next day, everything was the same. The next day after, everything was still the same. The next…

A month later, it was time to pay the utility bill. The internet got disconnected and she did not pay the bill. The rest of the building was pitch black.

But her room was still bright.

The flush toilet could be used as usual. The natural gas could be used for her luxurious bathing. The small kumquats, small peppers, and shallots planted and grown on the balcony even thrived at a rate that did not conform to the laws of nature.

Fu Erdie suddenly found out that she had not mutated, but her own house had mutated?!

- Description from Novelupdates

In the year 2030 a world where magic reigns supreme, Ellard a being formally known as the “Mighty Overlord” who was humanity’s strongest.Had conquered many battlefields during his youth making his names known far and wide.However, during his last battle he was caught up in a plot made by the goddess of death who feared his existence due to his constant support to the goddess of vitality and was sent to his death for eternal sleep.However, the goddess of vitality was able to get to his soul while he was crossing the path between life and death, she granted him a second chance of life...Now one thousand years later he was reborn inside the body of a nine-year-old boy who had suffered a great misfortune after his father was assassinated and his mother had lost most of her noble influence, which resulted in their family suffering ridicule.

Xia Wenchu ​​has been straight for twenty-four years, but after his death, he entered a BL article in the entertainment industry. Fortunately, he is just a villain.
Sing and forget the words, dance and stretch.
Fans shout every day: The ball is over, Wen Chuxia let go of the captain and leave the group!
Xia Wenchu: OK.
After leaving the group, Wen Chuxia was forced to participate in a men’s team draft.
I wanted to try the salted fish lying down, but the strength didn’t allow it.
In the first episode of the show, the judge guest: “You are a professional.”
After a few rounds of competition, the professional style gradually deviated——
Hot search#Wen Chuxia and his harem#
#Inventory of Wen Chuxia’s CP group#
#wild summer#
Wen Chuxia: “…” What the hell?

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After forming a group, Lin Huai found that he had a, and a bend.
He clears obstacles on Weibo every day. Any “Xiayu CP”, “Zero Zero CP”, and “Emperor CP” are all fake!
Lin Huai shouted for himself on the trumpet, and suddenly one day he forgot to switch accounts.
-@林华: “Huaixia” is true!
Netizen: “…”
woc, cooking admits it, got it for real!
Wen Chuxia was shocked: “Are you sick?”
Lin Huai turned into an old dog: “I have love.”
[Fake straight male attack vs real deep cabinet acceptance]

*All professional content is made up.
*No prototype, don’t substitute.
*The most important thing is to have fun, don’t look for logic on me.
*Bingtang produced, it may be sweet, come and try it =3=

Content tags: A soft spot for entertainment, sweet text, through books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Wen Chuxia, Lin Huai ┃ Supporting role: Teammate ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: What kind of business do you want to engage in!
Purpose: Everyone must bow their heads in the face of strength, and work hard to realize their dreams.

- Description from novelbuddy

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?