Reborn As An Evolving Monster - Chapter 397 Protect Master!

Tang Nuan, the cannon fodder supporting female in a sweet pampering novel, woke up after an accident and decided to get rid of her fate after she foresaw her tragic future in advance. The first thing she did was to break off the engagement with her wealthy fiancé. She felt that she knew the plot in advance and also knew the secret of her fiancé Ye Shuyan’s mind-reading ability, so she would be able to quit the marriage smoothly. However, she did not expect Ye Shuyan’s mind-reading ability limited to a three-meter distance would be an exception to her.

Ye Shuyan, who has always been with Tang Nuan out of responsibility, found that his fiancée was completely different from what he imagined after he had the mind-reading skills. He developed a feeling of admiration, so he, who firmly did not want to break off the engagement, and Tang Nuan started a series of battles of wits and courage.

The two protagonists redeemed each other in the struggle between breaking off and not breaking off the engagement, facing their feelings sincerely, and reaping sweet love and marriage.

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Chi Shuyan lived miserably in her past life. She obviously has great fortune, but it is ‘borrowed’, and so her great fortune turns into bad luck—a good hand turns rotten. Her family falls apart and dies. Her relatives take possession of her properties. She is reported for cheating during the college entrance exams. Her future is in total ruins.And she still foolishly feels grateful to her best friend who had orchestrated it all.Until one day, a Celestial Master spots the deception and takes her as her apprentice.Chi Shuyan rises from the ashes, becoming a blood-soaked demoness, whose name makes people tremble in fear as she slays all evil people. This ends up ending her own life.Reborn once more, she returns to when she is 17-year-old with the memories of her previous life before the college entrance exam.In this life, she is endowed with supernatural powers and can foresee anyone's fate and future with great accuracy.She vows to trample on all those who caused her family's ruin in her past life.But before she can exact her revenge…One day, she touches a business magnate, and sees herself wearing some kind of cat ears sexy outfit coming out of the bathroom before kneeling at the man's suit pants, calling him Daddy!Chi Shuyan is shocked: How bad is my life going to be in the future? How can it be so indecent!Qi Zhenbai, the ruler of the powerful and deep-rooted Qi family in the capital, fully deserves being God’s favored one - handsome in appearance, indifferent in character, iron-blooded and strong in means and the second most sought after bachelor in the city. He is a hotshot, except for being so weak and sickly that doctors have determined that he won't live past 30.His past life ended at 29.However, this life is fated to be a little different after meeting her.Making money in summer vacation."There are too many crooks these days." “Exactly, they perfectly able, but they don't look for a good job.”A group of people points at Chi Shuyan, who has set up a fortune telling stall. On the one hand, she is discouraged from pretending to be a swindler, but also encouraged to resemble one slightly. Chi Shuyan stays firm, drawing talismans while sucking on a lollipop. One month later…"Master Chi, fortunately you told my fortune. You allowed me to escape the misfortune.""Master Chi, how much is this Ghost Ward Talisman? I want 10 of them!""Master Chi, can you help me calculate my family's luck in passing? Money is not a problem."People’s eyes glow as they look at Chi Shuyan collecting excessive amounts of money. To look so sage-like even when doing a tacky task of collecting money, she's indeed an erudite expert.

Han Yang never thought he would one day sell himself into a marriage with another man. He believed his life would be mundane but that man, named HeLian Qing, broke his pre-planned life. Parental debt, a child’s compensation, he had no chance whatsoever to resist, he has no ability to resist.

“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.