7th Demon Prince Jilbagias' Chronicle of Demon Kingdom Toppling - Chapter 125: First Meeting

steal the power of others.

Evaluation:? ? ? Level, counterattack the top plane! ! !

Yang Xi felt helpless, the world was targeting him.

He is just a salted fish who rose up to save his sister, but in the end he shoulders the future destiny of the entire human race.

The adjudication organization established just to conceal the identity has developed into a giant force spanning countless planes.

The [Exercise] ability that he casually threw to his younger brother was developed by him into the strongest divine body of all ages…

This book was once titled “My Vest Can’t Be That Many”, “How to Build a Big Organization That Crosses All Realms”

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“Sect Master! Marry me!”If only things were that simple.Fang Yuan lets out a long sigh, eyes fixed on the mountain of paperwork threatening to swallow his desk and his soul.As the youngest family head in history, you’d think he’d be enjoying fame, fortune, and fawning admirers.Instead, he’s buried in bureaucracy, stuck mediating elder disputes, and wondering if the sect treasury mysteriously eats spirit stones.Sure, the old geezers have their experience, their beards, and their lofty reputations.But Fang Yuan? He has one thing they don’t: raw, unshakable power.Born into a world where innate talent reigns supreme, Fang Yuan—a transmigrator armed with modern grit—actually managed the impossible: he clawed his way to the top with nothing but relentless hard work.While everyone else coasted on heavenly bloodlines and golden physiques, he trained, he studied, and he schemed.Now, he’s strong enough to bend heaven’s will.But cultivation isn’t all sword beams and glory.Life as a family head comes with its own set of woes—namely, watching his annoyingly handsome junior brother collect all the female attention like some kind of walking romance novel.“This isn’t fair,” Fang Yuan mutters under his breath, stamping another scroll. “I’m the protagonist here... right?”

In the eyes of outsiders, Luo Das is a perfect lady from a famous family. During a trip to the museum, she traveled back to the ancient kingdom generation a thousand years ago and became a statue of the goddess of the river established in the temple.
After spending three days and nights as a stone statue, Luotas saw Eleuil, the daughter of the previous king who was exiled to the temple. The little girl raised her eyes and looked at the statue silently and stubbornly.
The most legendary woman in the history of the kingdom, the battlefield death god who fought all her life but was poisoned before ascending the throne, is just a seemingly lonely little princess at the moment.
Lotus: Well, it’s kind of cute.
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Eleuil was exiled to a remote temple by her uncle, thinking that she would face a bleak future. She looked up at the statue and thought: If the gods really exist, please appear in front of me.
So that night, the gods fell into a dream and reached out to her, which determined her lifelong beliefs.
The young princess knelt in front of the statue and bowed her head reverently: “I will always respect you, believe in you, never betray, never blaspheme, and swear to you in the name of Eleuil!”
Ten years later, it was she who held the icy wrist hanging down from the idol and kissed, and sighed uncontrollably: “Please forgive my offense, my eternal god and sweetheart, only you, I can’t let go.”
Luodus: What about the cutie you said? ? ?
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——The legend of the ancient queen and the gods will eventually become the most magnificent chapter in the interweaving of myths and history, and it will be passed down for thousands of years.
Reading tips:
1. The cool and glamorous queen who kills decisively × the elegant and abstinent goddess of decathlon
2. The background of this article refers to the overhead ancient countries of ancient Egypt, Babylon and other civilizations. It is not a serious fantasy, and the name is as easy to remember as possible.
3. Contains the settings of past and present life
4. Emotional interaction takes place after both protagonists become adults
5. Update every day around 12:00 noon, compare your heart

Content tags: strong, special love, travel through time and space, epic fantasy
Search keywords: Protagonist: Luodus, Eleuil ┃ Supporting role: Gods of Solanchia, people of the kingdom, and hostile forces ┃ Others: HE, 1v1, ability, god, ancient country, Western fantasy

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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.