Legend of Concubine’s Daughter Minglan - Chapter 134: The Speculation from a Conspiracist (1)

“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.

WARNING!-DARK ROMANCE-A shifter will only have mate from their kind, but what happens if you are the last creature of your kind?Lycan.He is the last of his kind and is the most terrifying type of shifter. But, as scary as he was, he was alone.However, in order to survive, you don’t have to be the strongest, just deadliest.***He looked at her like he had never seen anyone before. The sight of her calmed the rush in his ears, the beat of his heart and finally he was able to focus again…“She is no longer your responsibility. She is mine to deal with now,” the lycan said.

I am a female secretary of an overbearing president in a typical dog blood drama text.

The kind of person who doesn’t have a name at the end of the day, and could only be called “secretary”, one who wears a tight fitting black dress and a pair of 10cm high heels every day, running around in front of the president, humbly praying for the president’s attention, and hating the heroine.

In fact, I really don’t. If I like the president, I’ll be struck by lightning.

I’m getting more and more sick of the president lately. Except for the outstanding appearance that the author forced on him, this person is really useless from head to toe, low in EQ, and low in IQ.

A legendary business genius who is all-powerful, but he doesn’t even understand anything, chickens know more than him.

I had to reject all of his unreasonable demands every day, and on the way, teach him relevant knowledge of economic law and finance, and gradually…he became a master.

I’m so tired, I really want to quit my job.

- Description from Novelupdates

Jayhan's life was more active than the average person's, and he was loving it.He had a beautiful gamer girlfriend who was basically every man's type and a job working as a construction worker for the government while also being a streamer on the side.One day, he and his girlfriend got into a new game that had launched, an apocalypse game that focused on survival.What happens when this game suddenly becomes reality, and the whole world is pulled into this madness?Not only that, Jayhan also realized, unlike everyone else, he had a system, one that gave him an edge over the rest.[Welcome to the Survival System.][You have unlocked three unique skills for your survival.][The SSS-rank skill, Radar, is now under your possession.][The SSS-rank skill, Lord of Information, is now under your possession.][The SSS-rank skill, Absorb, is now under your possession.][For every orb you absorb, you get closer to gaining the skill of said orb.][For every follower you gain, you activate, share their growth, and progress.]Just when Jayhan thought he had gotten everything, he found out he wasn't the only one with a system; his girlfriend was also gifted the same thing.Except hers is solely focused on his safety.{Jayhan's survival rate is below 79%.}{Alert, danger has been placed on Jayhan.}How will they survive the apocalypse together when other people are actively trying to follow him in the process?