Greatest Streamer System - Chapter 337 - – Grandmoo? Medium-Class Monster Subjugation! [2]

Xuan Qing discovered a cultivation game on his phone that couldn't be uninstalled. When he clicked on it out of curiosity, he was astonished to find that the treasures and cultivation of characters in the game could be brought back to the real world.

PS: The male lead is the only extraordinary person on Earth, without brainless show-off and face-slapping plots.

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Ye Sang’s five daddies were all villains wicked beyond redemption who were doing bad things in the world. Eventually, they were all killed by the male lead!

And so, she had to hug onto their thighs tightly to prevent them from courting disasters and instead rise to the peak of their lives.

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Number one, the biggest influence in the business industry: “The weather’s getting cold, it is time for the Duan family to be bankrupt.”

Number two, the smartest villain: “Imma teach that Duan guy a lesson today.”

Number three, a genius in the medical field: “I’ve reincarnated and I will make him pay.”

Number four, the god of Esports, and number five, the god of acting: “Today, only one shall fall and one shall stand.”

Their little ball silently hugged one of their thighs. Daddy, Sangsang hungry~

All the villains who were on their way to take revenge immediately thought, ... screw that, I’m busy spending time with my daughter!

And then, the entire City A found out that these five vicious and merciless villains weren’t scared of anything but their daughter crying.

Everyone who saw this thought, ...wait, why does this scene look so strange?

Why are all these great villains busy raising their daughter?

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All these villains who could cover the sky with their hands never thought that the cute daughter they raised could be stolen by the Duan family’s little wolf!!!

Duan Jinyan hugged the girl tightly in his arms, “Why are you running? Sangsang, call me brother and my everything will belong to you.”

“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 heroine is sassy, ​​decisive, not a virgin, not hypocritical, and has an online IQ.

In the end of the world Five years ago, Jin Jiang was robbed of her space ability by her husband and thrown into a crowd of zombies.

In the new life, she first stocked up on supplies at the beginning, and waited for the end of the world to come.

In this life, she wants to build her own base, wouldn’t it be nice to be the boss?

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