Daily Life of A Caretaker - Chapter 166: Author Note

Lin Xun unintentionally downloads a text game called “Book of Salvation”.Leveling up and taking adventures is just standard procedure.Not only can he bring game items into reality, but he discovers that he can also bring game characters into the real world…Although the game difficulty is hellish, luckily, Lin Xun has an unusual talent.While other Apostles can only use one game character…Lin Xun is hesitating over which one of the game characters he should use.While other Apostles are still using weak human characters...Lin Xun is already using powerful monster BOSS characters.…Then one day, when Lin Xun brings a terrifying BOSS into the real world...“Would you believe me if I said I'm here to save the world?”

Task 1: Do 10000 kicks for [strength +5].Task 2: Run 10 km for [stamina + 3]. If you fail to complete the task, the punishment is to run naked.“What the fuck?”[And a surprise for you, my dear user][You have two beautiful wives waiting for you at home.]“Now, where the hell did wives come from?”[World quest 1: Defeat an Asura and save your wives]Alan is an orphan in this chaotic world, but his strength in this world is his grandma, who raised him in the orphanage.He wanted to become an awakener for her, but that dream shattered when he found out that his soul is broken in the awakening.Ridiculed by everyone, his only option was to become a dungeon delver to help his grandma.But one night changed everything for him during his job in the dungeon, where his group suddenly faced a dreadmind and nearly died.During that time he awakened his greatest gift, his beautiful system, which suddenly started giving him tasks with weird punishment.Read to know how Alan fights against dragons, vampires, elves, demons, and dreadminds to become the strongest and how he discovers his past and secrets of the world.

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.

“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.