MTL - The Barrage Said, I Am the Final Villain In the Game - Chapter 149 Supernatural events in the sea of ​​imaginary numbers

By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife.I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on.At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly.(A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)

The unwritten rule of the Demon bar: if someone asks you to light a fire, it means that they want to have a good time with you.
Lu Zhixia, who had just returned to China, didn’t know it, and lit a fire for a dignified and charming Omega in a bar. She was taken to the hotel, and she understood what was going on…
Based on the principle of never losing money, Lu Zhixia didn’t grasp the measure for the first time, and the other party was injured as a result.

● Copywriting 2
Three days later, Lu Zhixia’s life changed dramatically.
Great change 1: Before the mother remarried and the wedding, the man brought his daughter over. The fair-skinned and beautiful Gao Leng Yujie was exactly the object of her spring breeze that night…
Great Change 2: After the wedding was over, Lu Zhixia hid everywhere, and finally found a satisfactory job, and the airborne boss was that friend…
Great change 3: I endured seeing each other during working hours. Not long after, my mother called and told her: “Our two families will live together in the future, and we will call you sister.”

● Small theater:
Lu Zhixia and Shen Wanqing signed a humiliating “Peaceful Cohabitation Agreement”. The company is called Mr. Shen, and they are called sisters when they go home. In private, they can only be called Queen.
Lu Zhixia secretly changed her nickname on WeChat: “Stingy Queen Shou”.
On Monday, the president’s office reported to work alone, connected to the projector, and received documents on WeChat, and the queen asked coldly behind her: “The stingy queen?”
Lu Zhixia was captured on the spot, Shen Wanqing smiled slightly: “I’ll show you what a real stingy queen is.”

● Reading Guide:
1. ABO theme, the author has a bunch of private settings, really a bunch of private settings.
2. The protagonists are not related by blood, they are not on the same household registration book, and their parents are a combination of interests, a well-known agreement relationship, and the relationship will be dissolved later. The real love line between the two will also start from the dissolution of the relationship!
3. Non-professional background, please point out gently if there are bugs, the events involved in the article are all fictitious, and it is convenient to use the setting to be half-empty.
4. Efforts to update daily, but do not promise to update daily, code words are not easy, please support the genuine version, thank you.
5. Discussion about the plot of this article is welcome, but if you insult the characters and the author too much, you will apply to Jinjiang for deletion.
6. The author’s writing style is limited, and he cannot write an article that satisfies everyone. You need to be cautious when buying chapter V, and you must simply abandon the article.
7. Others will be added when I think about it.
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“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.