WARNING! Tsundere President - Chapter 1134

A major event happened recently to the demonic sect – their powerful sect master suddenly went missing.

Everyone comforted each other: “Don’t worry, the sect master must be out pursuing fun, and so on.”

“Well, that makes sense.”

They waited.

Waited and waited.

Waited and waited.

Waited and… Everyone slammed the table: “We’ve waited so long! The sect master must have met with a mishap! Look for him!!” Numerous disciples therefore ran rumbling down the mountain.

On a certain day of the month, a certain sect master opened his eyes and thought in confusion: Hey, who am I?

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Ye Qingli is the daughter of an Imperial Businessman’s first wife, wealthy and overbearing. But because of her mother’s early funeral, she suffered utter oppression and abuse under the hands of her stepmother. On the eve of her marriage, she died tragically in the hands of her stepsister and her own fiance!

He is an overbearing, tyrannical, cold-hearted, demonic king. Grim and ruthless, only restrained by his wife and son!

Once reborn, the weak daughter transfigured into a Divine Genius Healer. There was no intersection between the two people, yet they were bestowed a paper of marriage!

Subdue and kill the Seven Wives?

Very well. This daughter also wants to kill her evil, wicked stepmother and stepsisters! Do you still dare marry me?

However, the Handsome Prince and the Divine Genius Doctor, how do you get them together?

Ye Qingli touched her chin: “So many people, which one do I choose?”

A furious royal highness: “Herald, continue dispatching orders. Whichever male creature dares get within three feet of the royal consort, kill him immediately!

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Ding![QUEST: Defeat the Abyssal Realm Lord. Grimzark, The Dread of Tyrant.]DESCRIPTION: The Abyss Realm was once under the rule of Goddess Zyraena, but it fell into darkness when the Fallen God, Grimzark defeated it's guardian and took control.OBJECTIVE: Reclaim Goddess Zyraena's realm.Reward: Hidden Class, Gold Coins, Experience, Legendary Weapon, Return to Earth ,REUNITE WITH YOUR MOTHER Etc.Time Limit: None.Penalty for Failure: Death.You will be transported to the Abyss Realm in 5..4...3...Han Seojun is frail and barely more than skin and bones from a life of poverty, was raised by his hardworking mother with no knowledge of his father. At 18, he inherits the Ancient Infinite System, a power passed down for generations from Goddess Zyraena, The Former Echidna (Goddess of Monsters).Over five months, the system transforms his weak body and improves their lives. Just as Seojun is about to take his dream veterinary exam, he's suddenly summoned to the Abyss Realm, a brutal world where only the strong survive.After 500 years of Endless battle with his Guardian Cerberus named Huno and Hydra named Silla, Seojun finally reclaim the Realm.Ding![Congratulations Host! You have max your level! LV. 999,999]Ding![You have obtained a Hidden Class: SSS-Rank Abyssal Tamer.][Title Acquired: Lord of the Abyss]Upon returning, 5 years had passed since his dissapearance and finds the world transformed. Dungeons and monsters are rampant, and people now possess skills and classes granted by a system called global system Where Earth transformed A Game into Reality.People granted is known as the Awakeners and Seojun, protected by his Infinite system, rejected the global system. He is classified as a glitch—a Non-Awakened by the Global System but his level just reset to 1.

“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.