MTL - Return of the Net Gaming Monarch - ~ 464th page A messy battlefield

[Warning: MATURE CONTENT]

“A wedding, yes, but not to this girl. You will go down because of this. I would make you pay a million times over. This is my promise to you.”

Being drugged and unknowingly having a one-night-stand with a stranger, Andromeda Kai found out that losing her virginity was not as painful as being cheated on by her fiancé and co-designer a day before her wedding.

Even with this setback, she refused to cower. She would repay her enemies’ schemes a hundredfold and stop at nothing till she stands on top of the fashion world!

She is prepared to do it alone - but she gets help from someone unexpected!

With the tale of a sweet romance hanging around her life, demanding her love and attention, Andromeda is

confronted on all sides by the undying love of Liu Xueyi, the entertainment emperor, who would use all means to make the queen of the fashion world fall for him.

So many secrets lay in the dark while her enemies try to steal her glory, ruining her completely.

She had her plans. He had greater plans for her. He would make her rule and bring her enemies down, not as a queen but as an Empress!

[Ding! The host is about to die socially, the Goddess Conquering System is activated! ][Binding successful! ][Rebirth begins! ]----What Happened wasn't i caught masturbating, how could i rebirth?“System, Introduce Yourself”----[Goddess Conquering System Activated!][Main Strategy Mission Unlocked!][Target – Clara Mackerel][If Clara violently resists or if you experience social death after being intimate with her, it will be deemed a failure, and you will restart.][Upon completing the mission, system rewards will be given]----“System, do you have any other functions? Is there a beginner's gift package?” Harry asked expectantly.[This system only issues Goddess Conquering missions and rewards for completing those missions.][In the event of failure, the system will select a time period for the host to rebirth.][Other functions must be discovered by the host.]

In a world teetering on the brink of chaos, where eldritch gods peer into mortal realms and monsters stalk the land, Lu Yu finds himself moments away from a gruesome end as a sacrifice to a sinister deity. Just as the cold altar awaits him, a glimmer of hope emerges: he activates the Monster Editing System.With this arcane power, Lu Yu can extract materials from all things and fuse them to create unimaginable creatures. Each monster grants him a portion of its strength and a unique, terrifying skill. From that moment, Lu Yu embarks on a perilous game of wits and power against the ancient, malevolent gods.99 Demonic Eyes+ Cyclops Body + Primordial Chaos Stone = Chaos Evil Eye: its gaze alone spells death, obliterating all under the curse of its Mystic Death Stare.Angel’s Blood+ Nightmare’s Corpse = Holy Nightmare: a being that commands the dimensional ability Paradise Descent, fusing heaven and hell into an inescapable exile.Seed of the Dusk World+ Mutant Drake Egg = Endbringer Dragon: the avatar of apocalypse, wielding the Calamity Domain to usher in the end of all things.From the shadows, he crafts horrors beyond comprehension: Void Shadow Spider, Hundred-Armed Giant, Soul-Banshee, and Endbringer Dragon. Each creation shakes the fabric of reality itself. Even as his creations grow in power, they spiral further beyond mortal understanding, defying natural laws. The gods, once indifferent, now tremble as their monstrous rival rises.Can Lu Yu’s ingenuity and monstrous legion prevail in the deadly dance with gods? Or will the ancient, inscrutable powers crush him before his ultimate creation takes shape?The monsters are limitless, and even the gods dare not look away…

“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.