Valkyrie Smash - Chapter 318 We are the Resistance.

Mu Yu, who had just started university, unintentionally downloaded a mysterious hand tour and was brought to a strange and bizarre world, becoming the first player of the ‘Mystical World’.

By chance, Mu Yu joined an ancient sect that had declined for a thousand years. He successfully repaired the sect’s supreme technique, the Secret Manual of Space and Time, and became its spacetime descendant.

After three months, players officially logged into the Mystical World game. Mu Yu was already the pride of South Sky.

Two years later, when the players had grown up, Mu Yu had already become the most dazzling Saint under the starry sky.

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At the foot of the Misty Cloud Mountain, a young girl in a white dress nestled in Mu Yu’s embrace as she cried, “I, Nalan Yanran, would rather die than marry that young master of the Xiao family. I only wish to marry you in this life.”

“Ding!” You have successfully triggered a 3-star mission! to help Nalan Yanran go to the Xiao family to end the engagement! ”

“Wait a minute, this script isn’t right. Can’t we just not do it?” Mu Yu felt like crying.

“Either way! Either die! ” The System pulled out a 10m long broadsword.

“Stop, can’t I do it…” Mu Yu submitted.

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“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.

The super cowardly me installed Super Coward Mode, and the terrifying extraterrestrials started to look cute.“Eating the flesh of an extraterrestrial deity? You’re not human! Ew!”“Even withstanding mental manipulation? What kind of monster are you!”“Enslaving an extraterrestrial deity? You must be out of your mind.”…And then, the reactions around me became strange.

Xue Chong is one of the top experts on the Slaughter Board rankings and possesses sharp gaming skills. Feared by all, he is seen as an inviolable and unapproachable person.

However, no one knew that Xue Chong had accepted a cute and adorable female disciple when he first started playing online games. Yet, just as his feelings were gradually growing, Xue Chong discovered that his disciple was unexpectedly a man!

Henceforth, Xue Chong was assailed by a psychological shadow.

Many years later, they met again. The meng disciple from back then had transformed, becoming a top-ranked player on the PK leaderboard and the #1 most attractive and wealthy great God.

Wang Chun: Master, master ~\(≧▽≦)/~ This disciple missed you ~

Xue Chong: Get lost.

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