Reborn As A Villainous Cannon Fodder - Chapter 243: Ch - What are you looking at! If you don’t want it, just reject it quickly!

When Viscount Ascham’s House’s eldest daughter, Adele von Ascham, became 10 years old, she remembered everything with an intense headache.

In the Bog forest, dangers were in every corner. During the nighttime, the thick white mist blinded the eyes and the chilling air froze you to the bones. Once morning arrived, thousands of ferocious mutated animals as big as the hills roamed for prey.

Among them lived the weakest species on the Meer Continent, the Monster Species. They only survived with their tough bodies in the midst of a world ruled by magic power.

To the mage, they were simply pests that were easy to be exterminated.

To avoid the eyes of the mana rulers, they had to hide in secluded places; in the caves shrouded by shadows or in the dark underground where filth was brimming. But, continuing to hide was not a solution.

When warbeasts sharpened their claws, elves polished their weapons, humans feasted on their greed, and demons searched for prey with their thirst, an orc named Moku was born.

Moku was a world MMA champion who transmigrated into the body of an orc in the magical world. He had always dreamed of possessing superpowers; being able to jump beyond the clouds, shattering the mountains in one hit and running faster than sound.

Moku dreamed of having these powers. He used rituals, magical lore, and all the things that were considered myths and fairy tales in his home world to make him and his tribe stronger.

A promise was deeply engraved by him. One day, he would bring the war to those who underestimated them.

Lu Yang, the boss of the last days, has returned.

She discovered that she was a cannon fodder passerby for an entertainment article, and her brother Lu Mingyu was the male n number who loved the heroine.

After my brother participated in the wilderness survival variety show, he couldn’t eat enough and couldn’t sleep well. He worried about food every day, and he became notorious.

It didn’t take long for the Lu family to disappear.

In order to get rid of his fate, Lu Yang decided to appear on variety shows with his brother.

Before the show was recorded-

Lu Mingyu: “My sister has been weak and sickly since she was a child, and she is too weak to take care of herself. Please bear with me.”

On the first day of survival, Lu Yang held a dart in his hand, and heard a crisp sound, the dart flew through the camera, and the lens shattered.

Netizen: Director! Play it back!

On the second day of Survival, Lu Yang reacted quickly and made quick, precise and ruthless shots, pinching the snake’s head and tail without even blinking.

The netizen’s titanium alloy dog’s eyes widened: Is this called being weak and unable to take care of oneself?

On the Nth day of the recording of the variety show, everyone discovered that exploring the terrain, going to the sea to fish and harvest prey… Lu Yang is proficient in everything, with perfect survival skills!

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A paparazzi photographed Lu Yang and a strange man behaving intimately, kissing in the car, and the car was revealed to belong to Jiang Yanzhou, the number one beauty in domestic entertainment.

The whole network hurriedly called: Lu Mingyu, come back quickly! Your friend has become your brother-in-law!

Lu Mingyu who was sent to a closed-door training camp by a scheming man:? ! !

- Description from novelbuddy

“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.