How can I have a heart of a demonic god in my body?! - Chapter 636 - 0631: Consecutive Tragic Deaths

Ryoma Kogure, a high school student, is surprised when his childhood friend and best friend, Hirasawa Reo, who has always been popular yet indifferent to romance, suddenly confides in him about a love matter.However, when Ryouma learns that Reo’s crush is their quiet classmate, Otsuki Shizuku, he decides to help him out.While personally gathering information on Shizuku for his best friend, Ryoma is unexpectedly summoned by the school’s most beautiful girl, Asahina Alisa!She, being Shizuku’s best friend, mistakenly believes that Ryouma has feelings for Shizuku…!?Caught in Alisa’s misunderstanding, Ryoma scrambles to sort things out…As they began supporting their best friends for their own reason, Ryoma and Alisa grow closer——A romantic comedy that starts with friends supporting each other’s love!

Shock! The Eye-Candy of the Entertainment Industry is Reborn as a Top Student!The niece of the Zhang family is said to be the reincarnation of the God of Literature. From childhood to adulthood, she has never scored second place in any exam. Even on the day of a test, when she had a fever of 39.9 degrees, she still effortlessly wrote like a supernatural being—truly amazing.When neighbors talked about this girl, their envy and astonishment were indescribable.This girl was nothing short of a Tsinghua or Peking University candidate; the Zhang family’s ancestors must be smiling from their graves.“Have you heard? That Zhang family girl topped the citywide high school entrance exam again. City No. 1 High School and Experimental High School nearly fought at the Zhang family’s door to recruit her...”“What’s that? The principal of Lanya Noble High School even came with a million yuan to visit her…”The world of a top student is beyond our understanding!——The world of a top student is very lonely!——When one possesses unparalleled beauty but lacks status and power to match it, this becomes the root of all suffering.In her past life, Shen You'an refused to compromise with the hidden rules of the entertainment industry. Her life was one of hardship and destitution, ultimately ending in her dying alone on a snowy winter's night on the streets.Once celebrated as the stunning but talentless beauty of the entertainment world, she left quietly and tragically, without drawing attention from anyone.When Shen You'an opened her eyes again, her firefighter father had just passed away in the line of duty.“Ding.” Your System for Top Students has arrived. Please sign for it.She cut her long hair, put on glasses, and concealed her beauty. Thus, she began her journey to becoming a top student.Until she gains the strength to protect her unrivaled beauty, she would rather let her brilliance be hidden than become a target of envy and harm.

What would you do if you were a Florida Man with OP wizard magic?Zarian Darkrun, a homeless Florida Man, is tired of being a societal reject and ends his earthly ties. He opens a portal in a busy mall and sends himself, some koi fish, and ten others into another world.Welcome to the Infinita Star System, a universe of epic fantasy and game-like magic. Dungeons? Dragons? Ancient kingdoms and man-eating monsters? It’s all here.Only the powerful can adventure from the lower worlds to the higher worlds of the Star System. Among those few are murderous villains and tyrannical crusaders, each seeking godhood or the empty throne of the Adventurer King.Unlike those egomaniacs, Zarian embraces Infinita for simpler pleasures: making unique friends, learning new spells (or stealing skills), and enjoying every level, stat, quest, food, and magical view. Follow Zarian in his new life as he leads a strong adventurer party and explores the depths of his horrifying and somewhat evil magic.Oh, and keep in mind that his mysterious origins scare the System.There’s a reason he alone is the Honored Outsider.

“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.