Cursed Immortality - Chapter 90: We Finally Met!

The first phase of the tiran impact lasted for a whole day. Asteroids falling into earth, releasing and spreading strange green gases into the air. This has mutated or should I say, Zombified humans who were infected, Mutated monsters, and alerted alien races about the existence of earth.Those who survived for 24 hours recieved a chance to survive what was to come as that wasn't the end.Dexter was always a person who didn't care about the world. However, becoming a vampire in the apocalypse was something that he never anticipated. But it was a must if he wanted to leave his hiding spot which was surrounded by monster zombies.While restraining himself from giving into his urges to drink blood, he struggles to keep his sanity intact.Time and time again he refuses to become a lawless bloodsucker.Well, he would rise, facing different adversaries and foes, developing from the once weak and feeble human, into a vampire god....Make sure to check out this fl book 'Disguised as a boy to attend Belmont High School'.

“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.

She is the supreme ruler of Godland, but she was reborn as a domineering president disguised as a man.

The family business has internal and external troubles, and the fiancée still loves her in public.

Oh, I’m sorry, but I actually came to divorce the engagement. Ling Qianjin’s head is too big, her chest is too flat, her waist is too thick, and her legs are too short, so she is not good enough for me.

Then, she heard the rival in love who is also the domineering president say to her fiancee: “I think you are not as good-looking as that President Xiao just now.”

She turned her head and met those dark purple eyes.

Being a domineering president VS a domineering president…

Rich, powerful and beautiful, Rong Ye walked more and more smoothly on the broad road that bends himself every day. He felt that his love was great, and he finally crossed the boundaries of gender.

However……

Mr. Xiao: “I’m sorry, Master Rong, I think our genders don’t match.”

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Ye Xuan came from a normal but extremely wealthy family. Yet, one day, when he woke up, he realized that he had been transmigrated to a fantasy world.

He was prepared to train and embark on an adventure, but he quickly learned that he had actually become the young master of Thousand Realms, the biggest trade company.

His father even let him inherit more than trillions of spirit stones.

“Are you serious? I’m sick of being rich!” Ye Xuan complained.

Fortunately, he had awakened a system that would make him stronger by spending money.

With that, he used the Grade 9 Celestial Pill to feed his dogs.

He used the famous painting that contained the will of the Supreme Sword to start a fire.

He used the Five-elements Divine Talisman to clean his ass.

And yet, he still had much more to spend. He then decided to join a clan that no one had even heard of.

He spent thousands just to see the saintess of the clan smile.

He built a pill alchemy workshop and gave out high-grade celestial herbs for free, and yet, one of the disciples who had never made a single pill was actually talented and was able to create the high-grade celestial pills.

When he started a dueling competition, he bet a lot of his money on the weakest contestant.

However, that contestant had actually awoken the Ancient Holy Body during the fight and was able to fight 100 men on his own.

“You sure are my son. You are as talented as me when it comes to managing a business!” his father complimented.

“This man is so cool when he spends his money!” exclaimed the saintess.