MTL - I Plunder Endlessly In the Interstellar Age - Chapter 356 11 The Rubik's Cube in the Body

One day, I decided to end my short livestreaming career. Not that I had ever started it with the intention of earning money.My life had hit rock bottom: a disappointment to my family, painfully average in academics, buried under massive debt after my company failed, and to top it all off, the one person who had been my emotional support, my loving girlfriend, cheated on me.Yes, life had turned into hell. So I chose to cut off all distractions and focus solely on my studies.However, the moment I went live to announce my decision, the few viewers I had exploded in rage.[There will be slaughter! Whoever made my Kyle sad deserves to burn in hell!][My time with Kyle… gone… that demands… massacre.][Kyle… Kyle… don’t go…]Then came a suggestion.[I have sent a gift for you. I hope that helps change your mind.]That gift, sent by one of my regular viewers, completely changed my life.I learned that the world I lived in wasn’t as simple as I had believed.Nightmares, shadows, ghouls, curses… they were as real as humans.And with the blessing I received, I became part of that hidden world.On top of that, I received a system that sometimes rewards me simply for existing.It’s crazy.The viewers I thought were just regular people were all deities.••••••••A/N: For the first few arcs, the protagonist will operate in secrecy, and there is a good reason for it.The main character will experience sudden growth in strength, as this story isn’t about gradual power-building but about personal connections and slice of life.Expect heavy slice of life in this one.And please read through the free chapters before passing judgment.

[DING!][MISSION: HELP YOUR STEP AUNT OVERCOME HER FRUSTRATIONS]“Wow, first mission, and I’m already hooked on this system. Whoever made it must be the purest, most wholesome soul on universe. ”[MISSION: ENTER HER BEDROOM]“Wait… why do I have to enter her bedroom? Oh, I see...I need to have a heart-to-heart talk with her first so I can figure out what her problems are. Okay, I get it, I get it.”[MISSION: HUG HER]“Yeah… for emotional support, right? right?”

Freshly turned eighteen, John Newman, a helpless nerd, suddenly gets video game abilities granted to him. A mysterious higher power, a secret Abyss of magic beneath the surface of the normal world, mages, martial artists, eroticism, tragedy and a harem of hot girls awaits.

“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.