When I Left, He Found His Way Back - Chapter 60: Who saved your ass?

“I want to be someone who matters. And I want to know what it feels like to be in love.”Ezra sold his soul to the Storyteller for a chance to live in a world of magic. But Oberyn? - he was cast away from his home, shackled by a destiny he refuses to obey.But destiny isn’t the only force pulling their world apart. A surge of wild magic threatens to unravel everything, and neither can control it. If they want to survive, they’ll have to surrender to something even more dangerous: each other.At first, they’re reluctant allies. Then friends. Then… something neither of them is ready to name.Ezra is plucky, affectionate, and full of heart. Oberyn is proud, aloof, and single-minded in his goals. They couldn’t be more different - until Ezra’s Desire System reveals the one thing Oberyn wants more than anything else.In a world where magic bends to will, control is everything. But when fate ties them together, who will be the first to give in?Genres: Transmigration, System, Magic, Romance, (R-18), boyxboy (bxb)

Monster! Internet writer Mo Fan is traveling through time!

Not dressed as a protagonist, not dressed as a villain, not dressed as an unrivaled powerhouse.

He actually became the ancestor of a miscellaneous fish villain in his book who only lived less than ten chapters, and became the grandfather in his ring.

Looking at his illusory soul body, he thought about the only resurrection material he had set.

Sorry, Lin Yang, I want to be resurrected.

Let my little great-great-grandson take your chance.

Grandpa in your ring, don’t live, let me live!

(Book friend group 839934306, welcome.)

- Description from novelbuddy

Felix was reincarnated as Lindarion Sunblade, a prince of Eldorath, destined for greatness—or so they say. In a world where magic, swordsmanship, and archery reign supreme, power is everything, and the strong shape history. But strength isn’t given, it’s earned.With a System awakening within him, one that pushes his limits with deadly quests sometimes, helps him with skills, and helps with forging weapons into legendary artifacts, he refuses to be just another noble in a gilded cage.Trials await, enemies lurk in the shadows, and even among his own kind, power breeds conflict.But he will rise. Not just as a prince—but as a ruler, a warrior, and a legend over the entire world.

“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.