My five ghostly husbands - Chapter 223 Sweetness

An Xu opened his eyes and found that he was in a world with both ABO and supernatural abilities.
She pinched her face hard, but it didn’t hurt at all.
So this female alpha and lightning power user happily thought,
It’s rare to have such an interesting dream, and I’m blunt. (=￣ω￣=)
A painless aristocratic girl who traveled to the world of ABO+ supernatural powers,
The mentally retarded otaku who thinks he is dreaming, lives as he pleases in another world,
I mistakenly hit the promotion and salary to be a unparalleled king.

Female A male O, simple and rude middle school girl (female lead/alpha) X feeds a tiger brain to make up a knight (male lead/omega), cool writing, puppy blood when falling in love.

An Xu: Hey, am I not a teacher of justice?
Chris: ……………
Everyone: (No, no, I don’t think it looks like the villain’s side is better!!)

hint:
1. ABO world view, female A male O (say important things twice);
2. The heroine thought she was dreaming, and for a long time has been the crazy devil king in the eyes of everyone, and she is absolutely not pure and flawless in terms of morality
3. The hero Chris is a growth-type holy father, gradually evolving
The above points should be cautious, if you can’t accept the setting, please let it go

Content tags: strong female power soul conversion knight and sword
Search keywords: Protagonist: An Xu (Anna Sullivan), Chris Field ┃ Supporting roles: Nancy, Esther, etc. ┃ Others: female A male O, female attack, cool text, invisible pretense, brain Complementary heroes, ABOs, abilities

- Description from novelbuddy

Quenser and Heivia came back from their one week vacation. The next stage that awaits the two is the experimental battlefield ‘Madagascar’, a huge island on the east side of the African continent. Quenser and the others have been sent to destroy the second-generation object from the Faith Organization: Trinity Style. The worst tropical night ever begins now!

Heavy Object EX chapters are being released with each volume of the Heavy Object anime home releases (blu-ray / DVD) in Japan.

Yan Fei ordered a small drone online. I didn’t expect the drone to suddenly become his avatar.

Magical! Even more amazing is still behind, this drone can actually be upgraded, unmanned fighters, heavy fighters, stealth bombers…

Is this one thing that is fighting against the sky, is it really my avatar? Is it difficult for me to hang the world?
Yan Fei said Alexander!

- Description from Uukanshu

“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.