MTL - First Law - Chapter 75 Crash work

Low-level villains: Greedy, arrogant, flattery to the female protagonist, laughing eerily like “hehehe!”High-level villains: Moody, noble, enduring, good at disguising, cunning as a fox, never showing emotions, willing to do anything to achieve goals, exquisite egoists, with an essential charming and handsome face!Chen Zhixing transmigrates into a fantasy world, becoming the Third Young Master of the Ziwei Chen Family, a Longevity Family with villainous roles.Being a villain himself is bad enough, but even his father and mother are villainous characters.Fortunately, he starts off with Heaven-defying Comprehension.Hundred Refinements Golden Body Scripture + Circulation Star Transformation Spell + Ox Demon Heaven-Supporting Skill = Ox Demon Transformation Star ScriptureHeart Sword Skill + Refining Spirit and Transforming Breath Method = Hundred Refinement Divine Weapon TechniqueSwallowing Deity Spell + Transformation Method Scripture = Heavens' Creation TechniqueFission Method + Great Dream Sitting Forgetting Dao = Other Transformation Free-for-All TechniqueChen Zhixing gradually turns a bad hand into a winning one with his Heaven-defying Comprehension!Twenty years later.The Protagonist of Destiny finally arrives before Chen Zhixing.Chen Zhixing smiles faintly, saying, “Sorry, all the people beside you are mine, and all your cultivation techniques were created by me.Surprised? Unexpected?”

“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.

He put one hand on the door beside her head before leaning forward. What was he doing? Trying to intimidate her again?

Scheming female assassin transmigrated to become the weak Eldest Miss, her story is wonderful and stunning, attracting peach flowers to blossom open. Cold calculating emperor? Geniusly bad crown prince? Insidious happy-go-lucky prince? Gentle physician? Ice-cold mystery male? Who is her true love? Haha, but she only eats, definitely will not take responsibility! Beautiful men be careful!