MTL - Strike Back, Proud Goddess! - Chapter 106 Successive blows

Wang Sheng arrives in a world sealed by qi, where danger lurks at every turn. Fortuitously, he awakens a progress bar that can break through all limits, turning everything into possibility!Inner Core Skill—Refine essence into qi, the fundamental path, eternal void, achieving true immortality!Ba Duan Jin—Constructing the foundation, limitless qi and blood, rebirth from a drop of blood, the flesh becomes sacred!No Life True Void Induction Sutra—A virtual world, infinite simulation, the name of No Life, spread across all heavens!Heaven and Earth, the Ages—Control of time and space, reversing life and death!...The true immortal watching the winds and clouds is me, the No Life True Saint representing transformation is me, the one who controls time and reverses life and death is me, the one using the true vacuum homestead to harvest all realms is also me!--------------------This is a story of Wang Sheng basing on Ba Duan Jin as the foundation, using Inner Core Skill as the fundamental method, achieving everlasting life...

Vergil, a 21-year-old young man, leads an apparently simple life in a somewhat troubled world. His family is also simple—although his father is no longer alive, his mother has always been by his side, despite being a bit... aggressive. But that's not so unusual nowadays, right?Everything changes drastically when Vergil, after an unexpected death, awakens as a demon. To his surprise, he discovers that he has accidentally married beautiful Pure-Blood demonesses.Now, he will discover how the world really works from a Demon's perspective.

What would happen if a genius martial artist transmigrated into the world of swords and magic?Will he become the Ruler of the new world?OrWill he become the prey to the strong like a side character?Leon, a genius martial artist, was struck by lightning when he was on his way home.When the doctor said he was paralyzed from shoulder to foot, all martial artists cheered in happiness and held a party.Leon was a candidate to be the Ruler, so they were thrilled when they found out that he could no longer be a martial artist because they were scared by his extraordinary and unreasonable talent.They wanted to continue to be bosses in their regions and become idols for everyone, so news of his condition was like a heavenly song to their ears.The world's cruelty to Leon did not stop there.When a powerful earthquake shook the hospital violently, none of the doctors or nurses tried to save him, leaving him with no choice but to accept his fate as walls and medical equipment collapsed on him.But when he thought he was dead, he found himself transmigrated into a parallel world where monsters and powerful people ruled the world.Getting a second chance to live again, Leon decides to pursue his dreams like before.“Hmm? You mean there are two classes for awakeners in this world, and I awaken both the Warrior class and the Mage class?” Leon said as he touched his chin with his right hand.[That's right, Host.]Leon's lips curled up into a smile.“I failed to achieve my dream in my previous life. In this life, I will make sure to become the Ruler. I will stand at the top of the hierarchy and make everyone bow their heads to me.” Leon slowly lifted his head to look at the blue sky, remembering his previous life. “I will not let anyone or anything stop me this time. If the heaven tries to stop me again, I will make the heaven bow as well.”Follow Leon as he embarks on his journey to become the Ruler of the new world.* MC is OP at the same rank, too OP.Additional tags:Beautiful female leads, handsome male lead, multiple identities, secret identity, war, elves, fox girls, dragons, etc.

“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.